The Sounds of Day

	Daybreak, and the sound of requiem swelling from the church across the yard comes into my window, open wide. On a stained pillow, I listen to birds and street sounds, a church requiem, and the sound of quiet breathing coming from another pillow
	He turned, and moved to go into the water, she followed close behind, the sun caught the colour of her hair and the bronze of his legs, and I caught them both, held them in my gaze, till they were out of sight, splashing in the sun, lost in the wavеs. I think I have never been in lovе more than now, here on a native beach, watching other lovers do familiar things and make familiar love, I think I have never missed you more
	And as the last October sun goes beyond the ocean to its resting place, and the umbrellas are folded, the rumpled pants and rumpled dresses slipped over the wet bathing suits, the sound of that spring echoes in my ears. I walk with you down dark streets, and the rain comes down like tears

	Daybreak, and the sound of requiem swelling from the church across the yard comes into my window, open wide. On a stained pillow, I listen to birds and street sounds, a church requiem, and the sound of quiet breathing coming from another pillow
	He turned, and moved to go into the water, she followed close behind, the sun caught the colour of her hair and the bronze of his legs, and I caught them both, held them in my gaze, till they were out of sight, splashing in the sun, lost in the wav s. I think I have never been in lov more than now, here on a native beach, watching other lovers do familiar things and make familiar love, I think I have never missed you more
	And as the last October sun goes beyond the ocean to its resting place, and the umbrellas are folded, the rumpled pants and rumpled dresses slipped over the wet bathing suits, the sound of that spring echoes in my ears. I walk with you down dark streets, and the rain comes down like tears