Nights Other Country
Before the great winds come and the white noise
of night, we'll cut loose from clocks and
stand in fields spread out to nowhere singing mantras.
Before the quiet waits in garments of good bye
well bridge the silence of guitars
and float sound to its center.
Before hours burn to ash, well wrap ourselves
in wind, in raw strips of light
our bodies wild as vines.
Before lands end, well swim in all the rivers
of the sky and drown in sunlight
inhaling love as sweet as candlewick.
Before our final season, let it be summer
resonant with wings, vermouth of old sunrises
mountains growing slowly in the rain
the light around us ripe and round
and if it dies out, let it be extravagant
a marvel of darkness in nights other country.