Sat on Herons Reach
Before I ever used the word twilight
A place away from my own place
With the sounds, with the rhythms
Of other peoples melancholy
Just to get me in the mood
Before I unroll a paper canvas
Before I open a pack of pastels
Before I retune the car stereo
& think about the lines of love
Later, around midnight; late night radio
My words moved from thought to thought
Heavens above this could be heaven, for
All of the time we have before departure
