Bruce Cockburn

Small windows
Looking outward
Show me a sequined sky.
Rubies shine in my glass of wine.
Dusk breezes
On oiled water
Paint a pointillist facade.
It's ceaselessly shifting world --
Like today i'm far away.
I see your face behind each time-blurred pane.
Strings vibrate
Music leaps out
In a shimmering intrigue.
Words unsaid whirl away like dust
From the sidewalk-sweeper's broom.
Across a fold in space you touch my hand.
London, Eng. -- //