I Will Dream of You                                                                                                                 

Nevertheless, the show went on.

People stood up, one, then one, one…

moved in silence up the aisle

to a neon sign and exit door.

Free-fall and splash, an ink-black pool,

a clown looking up for a windblown kiss,

a pocket of light through blood-stained glass.

Your breath was a stir in darkness.

Nevertheless, the show went on.

People stood up, one, then one, one…

A cry was a whisper, a whisper unheard.

It lay like down upon my skin.

Free-fall and splash, an ink-black pool,

you sank and rose and sank again.