Everything Merges With the Night

Rosalie I've been waiting all evening Possibly years I don't know Counting the passing hours Everything merges with the night I stand on the beach Giving out descriptions Different for everyone I see Since I just can't remember Longer than last September. Santiago Under the volcano Floats like a cushion on the sea Yet I can never sleep here Everything ponders in the night. Rosalie We've been talking all summer Picking the straw from our clothes See how the breeze has softened Everything pauses in the night.