Where Do We Go From Here

Can I write you a verse?
Just a word in the course
For the song in the water
That you can't hear

And should I disappear
Recall that I was never here
Never, in fact, anywhere

And would find you in the snow
Among the canvases of cream
Where the moon plays her terrible strings and we glow

In the shadowed cavities of our eyes
And in our bones
Oh, to feel the numbness, of the cold

Would I find you in the fire
Burning thoughts for fuel
A living sacrifice to knowledge
And her, how cruel a jest

To skirt the thrust of the mind
For the burning of the flesh
And what is it? Oh, what is it? That I love

Did I create you from an old spring of want?
A generous font of dreams
Or so it seems
Until its dry

And we are left, you and I
In the dry grass
Under summer skies

Waiting for something
That was never born
To die