Until Morning



Until Morning

by Philip Newton


Come to me now

at the end of the day

When the birds are safe

asleep in the thorns


Your brave arms and

your coffee skin

Eyes wet with sleep

Sun hiding in your hair


I’m tired of little thefts

persistent complaints and

relentless bitter drivers

Tonight we’ll dream of boats


It wasn’t so long ago

that we were both alone

I could never have imagined

a refuge so full of silence


Travel tonight with me

down sightless rivers through

a forest of sighs beneath the

howling haunted stars