Blue Car

Blue Car

Blue car
fades into the foggy summer night.
Through the fog
there's a street light.
Another stranger passes into the night.

Down in the valley
at the bottom of the city,
below the radio waves,
the night moves
in silent sad swirls.

At the bottom of the city
it's silent and still,
almost dawn.
Light seeps from behind the trees
a pale sky, like your eyes.

White bird flying,
sundown's edging in.
Scarlet sun throbbing.
In another country
it might be different.

I hear the sounds
of birds in the trees
and you are so close
soft, like butter.

I look into your eyes
in the morning light.
Walking on dew-covered grass.
Above us, the clouds churn white
feels like we're in some other century.

Sitting on a red clay bank
in the shimmering, blazing sun.
You came from behind,
after watching me for a while,
then sat with me in the hot dry air.

The moon is covered
by grey swirls of clouds,
as I walk the street at midnight
I notice a storm is brewing.

-Will Dockery July 1977