Of course you know that
snow and riverbeds and tears
left out too long do dry up
and that if you choose
to cuddle down and snuggle
up between sheets they
might fill with the sounds
of night and rest stops of day
and the music might come
to a full stop so of course
you might ask will I measure
up in the morning? Will
my tears make my pillows
sad my dear sad pillows?
Did my lines run over
the page of your songs
last the night? Never
before has night
promised music that
could last the day.