Do you lie alone?
Also in your empty bed,
That stretches to the hovering horizon?
Do you lie alone?
Also under that hollow roof
That catches the silent singing
Of the melancholy stars?
And, outside your window,
Do crickets chirp quietly
Into the boiling heat
Of these faceless islands?
Do you lie alone?
With your window open
Letting in the sound of the surf
Licking the cold hard sand?
Do you lie alone?
Hearing the heartbeat of raindrops
On the bitter oleanders
That give you back your diamond tears?
And do insomniac gulls
Sing to desperate sleep
That has left you
Warm and empty?
Do you lie alone?
Hearing the silent crabs scuffle
As the fan above your head hums
Your spreading solitude?
Or do you lie, like me,
Surrounded by that vision
Of you
Dancing like a hummingbird,
A smile swimming softly
On your too perfect face?
Do you lie, like me,
Lulled awake
By that misty memory
Of your glances under the doming sky,
While I prayed drunkenly
Into the red night
For more than just
A bag of memory
And the wide moon smiling?
Or do you lie alone,
Oblivious to the truth:
That the soft singing stars
Sing softly to you
Their blinking admiration
That the crickets chirp
Into the dying night
Praising your soft embrace
That the bitter oleanders weep
Until they bloom at the smell of
Your fragrant promise
That the surf licks the quiet sand
To be close to your
Moon-stained face
That the fiddling crabs count
The grains of emerald sand
To occupy their lovesick little hearts
That the worried eyes
Of the sleepless seagulls
Are softened as they alight
Next to your stretching bed
And that I
In my groundless hope
Also
Lie alone.