Reflections after Jane
Touched the red sun and the rain
On the bridge the workers pass in threes
And fours and fives
To my sleeplessness
Reflections after Jane
How I long to live inside a window
By the sighing motorway
Feel the city searching for my loneliness
In all the dust and glass
Reflections after Jane
And I see her all on a golden Sunday
With her hair so dark in the rain
Who is in the newspapers this month or week or year
My silent friend
I can starve my life into a deeper sleep
Remembering
Reflections after Jane