Before Bedtime

Sitting at my secretaire By the open loggia door Am I here, or somewhere I haven’t ever been before? In the coolness of the night Distant sounds of cars Mingle with the flashing light Of the boulevard I look out, into the dark And it’s nothing there That can leave on me its mark Because I’m nowhere It’s a no man’s wasted land Lies before my eyes Welcomes me to understand Takes me by surprise Looking at the trees below See their branches sway “Soon to bed you have to go” I can hear them say.