Half Light
Do you ever see him in the half light Standing At the edge And he turns With his finger to his lips And points across the canyon To the sun Which is suspended Over the city Propped up by smoke And purple And the sun is blinding But he is much more beautiful And if he were to be Betrothed to anyone Only the sun would be good enough Only the sun For him. So you ask him Would you ever marry her And he says "What a magnificent bride She would be But I am not good enough for the sun I am barely good enough For the life she has given me." And I try to persuade him That he would make a brilliant groom For what wife Would not want for her husband To simply stand and adore her Silencing all others Bitter at the sign of stars Bitter at the night And joyous upon the rise Of his lover.
