in the most obscure streets
where books pile up fast enough to hold
back the rising river

will you ride the rails so I can ride
through you, my witch�s spirit
the manic dance behind your hobo fire

your tongue is a snow-blind traveler
your fingers pull cries from the sea
there are your eyes in the carved

remains of a night�s prayer, at the
corner whiskey bar, in the amphora
echo

of ruby cold, there is your shadow
of a valentine walking as a three-legged
dog with one paw

caught up     orange blossoms do
very well down here, your hair is
the exact same blue

of my eyes as they darken with
the rush of years to come



�2007 by Pj Nights

your tongue is a snow-blind traveler,
 fingers plucking sighs from the seen -
   there are our eyes,
carved in the streets � obscured /

       I will ride the rails with you
     through our welkin spirits,
   dancing tarantellas to an errant flame -
fast enough to hold back
   a rising river�s remnant
  of night prayers /
   Toulouse-Lautrec and a corner cafe
echo with orange amphorae blossoming
   in depths where your hair
     is the blue of ruby cold /

there is our shadow �
  this valentine walking a three-headed dog -
    one face left for my eyes ;
   while in the rush of years to come
     dark libraries stand stolid



�2007 by Neil C. Leach, Jr.