Transient

Love hid its shaggy head until I could no longer recognize its face
Endless to the shoes hung over the line, I cannot find familiarity in this neighborhood
As I wander the dark streets, stopping to invade a quiet house with the light of my eyes,
I feel outcast, a stranger to warmth and presence
with anonymity hanging beside me like a thin knit web
The pressure on my soles
The display of science
The mathematics of living in a small room with a fish at my feet
And when the last veil is raising, I will see my bride in all her glory
Apathy
Outcast
The leper in your song
Oh, stand by me once more, love,
that i may brush away the restiveness from your face
and park my running mind in the solace of your sanctuary