TUESDAY Each time we lay in cosmic fields Strewn among the stars While the quiet light of comets Danced across the grass Speak me so softly As we look up into the sky together While the midnight bells clang Whispering our names Giants of old dust Lie above our cosmic picnic Your head in my lap As we write and cry and sing The hot silence burns our ears As we swing and sway and spin Carving our way Through the lonely vegetation Interlude Take me round the universe For five hundred thousand years In your starry eyed palm Don’t let me slip away