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.