The Absence

I speak to you across citiesI speak to you across plains My mouth is upon your pillow Both faces of the walls come

My voice discovering you I speak to you of eternity O cities memories of

Cities wrapped in our

Cities come early cities come

Cities strong and cities

Plundered of their master's

All their thinkers all their ghosts Fields pattern of

Bright living

The harvest of the sky over our

Feeds my voice I dream and weepI laugh and dream among the

Among the clusters of the sun And over my body your body

The sheet of its bright mirror.