a thousand moments to set this night on fire -

Reach out and you can touch them.

Touch them with your silences,

you can reach them with your name.

Rivers, mountains, rain,

rain against the torrid hillscape -

Rain against a landscape of pain.

I loved it as a child,

as a lost young man.

Empty landscapes bleached by a sleepy tan,

It comes like a dark nameless woman.

Her eyes mend my noisy slumber,

Her body contains me, like the sun in December.

Pause me, hold me,

Reach me where no man could do.

I walk over these solemn sands, and you?

A thousand desires such as these,

A thousand moments to set this night on fire -