where are you?
a figure walking turns
to face the mirror gawking
who do you think you are?
if I look away will you even stay?
i feel as though you won’t get very far

your face in the photograph
always staring and rearranging
each time I see you
you look different
at the end of every alleyway you stare
and I know you’re there
but you never stay
just walk away
and your eyes follow me

so I follow you
where to?
love?

down to hell i descend
for years i walk
i do not see you
without center I cascade
past souls parade
you are not there

death says “hello
how have you been?
funny enough that i’d see you again
she was a friend of mine
in the french gardens
she says hello”

where is she?

“who?”

my love, my mirror, my hope, my life, my dear
could i make it more clear?

“of course, but I am the great unknower
and the great fate shower
and not a bad prophet either
so let me release that which I cannot keep”

so he strapped me to his fiery chair
telling me about your stare
and why you couldn’t stay
then death went away
still i understand nothing
but am satisfied to unknow
and follow you still

i weep at the fountain

i rest at the gate

i chatter with drifters
very well we relate

where are you my autumn love?
i kept your coat and glove

so I walk a golden road
and forgive the unknown
your photograph in pocket

years have passed
the light in my heart is flickering
but you still stare from the corner of my eye

one day I sat down my a river
a nymph pitied my tortured body

“hello
you are sad
this i know
but have not gone mad
so understand this
you are often wrong
but you are often right”

thank you
you have a kind heart
this helps me a great deal
but that does not haunt me
i can be joyfully wrong
if i had my love

“well, of course
you are right
but listen
you are wrong about one thing
when exactly you are right or wrong”





and i cried and cried and laughed
i still do not know where you are
so as you stare
perhaps you are not very far
you are the light at the end of the tunnel
my mirror, my hope, my love