It's almost nine o'clock
Almost the rise of star time
With all that love gone by.
It's almost the rise of star time
When I see her face in evening clouds
With all that love gone by
When I see her face in evening clouds
And the dreams that come to haunt
With all the love gone by
All the dreams that come back to haunt
With her face a rosary of star time
With all this love gone by
Her face is a rosary of star time;
A constellation of ten stars
Define her features, light & dark,
With all that love gone by.
I've seen her face in the west
Shimmering in the western sky
Wavering behind dark green tree limbs;
I've seen her face
As a constellation of nine planets
When it's past nine o'clock
When it's the dawn of star time
Dark green tree limbs waver
Against a cloudless sky,
A pagan dance in honor of the mystery
That was the line of her cheek
And I fold my hands against my eyes
For all that love gone by
The line that was her cheek
Is lost, with all this love gone by,
To another man, another country,
To all the rituals of star time.
14.XII.81
