But age is also when
Idling by midnight coals
Staring at half remembered
Fires that still warm
And refuse to die
She comes in teh moonlight
Who dreamt of was made real
Or real made dream
Or some different melody
Is heard by moonlight
In empty concert halls
But for that face
That smiling starsound
Never went away

(a reply to Samuel Beckett's, "Song")

04/13/2002

Posted on 04/13/2002
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