Night Stuff

Listen a while, the moon is a lovely woman, a lonely woman, lost in a

silver dress, lost in a circus rider's silver dress.

Listen a while, the lake by night is a lonely woman, a lovely woman,

circled with birches and pines mixing their green and white among stars

shattered in spray clear nights.

I know the moon and the lake have twisted the roots under my heart the

same as a lonely woman, a lovely woman, in a silver dress, in a circus

rider's silver dress.