willing night

junebugs bangin' into lamps up 'n down the road
and all the dark eyed windows, where we run up the split level rows
and a rail in a trainyard cryin' somewhere
and a little faith inside
heat rises - for a while -
up into a willing night
………
on the town hill we're sitin' like the edge of the earth
lookin' down on them lights cut loose from a universe
just a one taxi crawlin' out from under a rock
did you catch that?  catch that!
heat risin' for a while
up into the willing night
………
radiate, radiate
into the arms so dark and great
bloom toward the dust of days
a willing night
on th' rise
into the arms so dark and wide
your moon your thousand tides …

if all of that can rise, then yes
and million-wide above, then yes
then in everything, just this;
what might
what might what might
what might what might what might ...