The High Room

Hers was the first face I'd seen in weeks Drifting down Broadway on a piece of the Bradbury Her eyes held the Sun like a message Through chandelier tears, she reflected The river-street As she spoke to me All the walls are grated with tiny office spaces Dim, fluorescent faces mill about their stalls Stairs kick out beneath me, into watery air I'm reaching, but I don't seem to be going anywhere Come out of the night, wild and without mind Like headlights headed south on the northbound side They speak in visions, they are my guides And their decision is love, love, love Now I see her in the high room from The starry stairwell I've been swampin' in And hovering above her like a sun A sphere of woven bodies They're peering and they're leering As she speaks to me All the walls are grated with tiny office spaces Dim, fluorescent faces mill about their stalls Stairs kick out beneath me, into watery air I'm reaching, but I don't seem to be going anywhere Come out of the night, wild and without mind Like headlights headed south on the northbound side They speak in visions, they are my guides And their decision is love, love, love Intertwined Of one mind Hold me in the hands that fan around The faceless grace of that which holds us all