The High Room

Hers was the first face I'd seen in weeks

Drifting down Broadway on a piece of the Bradbury

Her eyes held the Sun like a message

Through chandelier tears, she reflected

The river-street

As she spoke to me

All the walls are grated with tiny office spaces

Dim, fluorescent faces mill about their stalls

Stairs kick out beneath me, into watery air

I'm reaching, but I don't seem to be going anywhere

Come out of the night, wild and without mind

Like headlights headed south on the northbound side

They speak in visions, they are my guides

And their decision is love, love, love

Now I see her in the high room from

The starry stairwell I've been swampin' in

And hovering above her like a sun

A sphere of woven bodies

They're peering and they're leering

As she speaks to me

All the walls are grated with tiny office spaces

Dim, fluorescent faces mill about their stalls

Stairs kick out beneath me, into watery air

I'm reaching, but I don't seem to be going anywhere

Come out of the night, wild and without mind

Like headlights headed south on the northbound side

They speak in visions, they are my guides

And their decision is love, love, love

Intertwined

Of one mind

Hold me in the hands that fan around

The faceless grace of that which holds us all