The sun went down but darkness never came.
All night stores, midnight bankers, and the new street lamps outside my window—
All in the name of safety and convenience, have driven the night sounds and Shadows
Deep into some hidden forest that I find only briefly
In the still somewhat private closet of my own fitful sleep.
My ears are filled with clicks and beeps—
And my body is bombarded by the constant onslaught of radio waves
And microwaves and technological tidal waves.
And the howl of the coyote is only a memory
My desire is controlled by the Whore of More—
And I have forgotten what it is that I really want—
And the dreams and nightmares that once instructed me
Now envelop the world and they are broadcast day in and day out
On some twenty-four-hour news channel in a language that I do not understand.
And I am lost in some new age digital wishing well — It’s three a.m.
And the face on the screen is giving me an 800 number.
The woman I love sits on the side of our neatly made bed—
And she is on some distant shore across a great body of water
That is alive with devouring mothers and absent fathers
Or dead with poison gases—
It is there I will take my chances.
I will swim to her and be eaten alive or lose my breath but
I swear I will not perish. The bone of me will find her again and
We will hold each other above or below the world - the madness.
My voice will keep her sane and her song will sing sweet in my ears—
And the dragon will rise up between us in spirit and in flesh—In passions embrace.
And with all of our love and all of our sorrow,
We will seek out that hidden forest,
Where the night sounds and shadows have gone.
We will revel in that darkness in ritual and in song—
And we will dance ourselves to sleep and fly to worlds unknown.
And then returning to the morning where our children wait,
We will fill their eyes with what we have seen and what we know,
And their ears with new stories to unfold.
To their hearts we will give our attention and our time.
And we will all bow down and kiss the earth.