Right now, this room is empty.
There’s nothing, only sounds of rain outside.
The moments sometimes tempt me
To flights of indigence or manic pride.
I’ve long known that you’re worried.
You think “So much he’s been through, after all –”
But in these times unhurried,
I hear impatient ghosts just down the hall…
How can you be so old, have seen so much?
Where is the sweetness of your lover’s touch?
Why do you write as though your heart would burst?
How can you last, when you’re not sure what’s first?
I turn the music on, to try
To chase the ghosts away;
I sing a sad old Celtic song
Of sunset on the bay
I wish that I could turn back space,
And travel deep inside;
To see the land of all I’ve lost
And all that’s yet untried
I’d shine on a light on everyone
If only I could start —
But I am not the man for that,
I’m neither wise nor smart
But only slowing down from all
The wear that’s on my tires:
My batteries are dying, and
My license soon expires
Right now, this room is empty,
But, just know that I’m okay —
I know you ask because
Your heart is full of love