From across the dark water,
The sound of music-
Oh, to live on sugar mountain
Above, in the starry black sky,
The crescent moon descends,
Her cheshire cat smile disappearing
Behind the western ridge.
With the barkers and the colored balloons
Small drakes with their drab little hens bob
Together on the dark deep water
As the moon’s reflection ripples past.
I grab the night’s music and
the sky’s sinking moon
Stuffing them deep into my chest,
You can’t be twenty on sugar mountain
Hoping to fill the empty space you left there
With the sound of music
And the light of the pale waning moon.
Though you’re thinking that
you’re leaving there too soon,
You’re leaving there too soon.
*** the lines in italics are lyrics from Neil Young’s song Sugar Mountain, one of my favorite artists and songs.
Twice now this week
I have woken from dreams
They are filled with meeting new people and
Sharing meals and conversations,
Airports and brownstone neighborhoods.
But I have no idea why Chicago
Though I do have two beloveds living there.
My nightly adventures could not be more different
Than this quiet life,
Near woods and water
In the back hills of the Missouri Ozarks.
No busy streets with milling folk,
Street lights or traffic noise here.
But the dreams feel so real
It makes me consider astral projection.
And I wonder if I should check my pockets
For L train tickets
Or notes written on the back of receipts
From fine restaurants along the magnificent mile.
dusk saunters up the lane
whistling for his dog
and filling his pipe
leaning against the fence post,
he squints into the setting sun
and waits for twilight to arrive
wrapped in a mantle of early evening stars,
she skips down the lane
her steps light and lovely
tipping his hat,
dusk climbs the western ridge
and wisps of smoke
as twilight fills the darkling sky
with the smiling crescent moon
and the scent of sweet honeysuckle