Mystery

Rainy Night, roadside bar 

Stare across the room 

Wonder who you are,

Straight black hair 

Red-brown skin 

Woman by the window 

Listening to the wind 

You're from the desert 

I'm from the street 

You've learned from the Earth 

I've been taught by concrete 

I'm full of noise and surface heat 

But the things that you know 

Run silent and deep 

I can not speak… I do not heal 

I've lost that part of me that feels 

The mysteries 

I see with your eyes 

You gaze at the room 

TV glows like a pale dead moon 

Plastic flowers, pre-fab walls 

The only spirit here is alcohol 

Dark woman, I would follow you 

Dark woman, I'm a stranger too 

A soft smile …you walk outside 

Pick up truck roars  

And you vanish in the night 

There's rain on the highway 

Rain on the sea 

Let there be rain on the desert in me 

The sky still calls, 

Through glass and steel 

Awake that part of me that feels 

The mysteries