Still Water Prose Poems
Copyright @ 1989 by Arthur Garfunkel
Used by persmission of Author - All Rights Reserved
Soon I will
rise onto the mesa,
Play on the tableland under the lights.
Three nights at the Royal Albert Hall.
All my aspiration...
The morning sky on the high plateau, afire.
Held in thrall to seven tiers,
"Hello darkness" for twenty-four years.
Be a man.
Do what no one can.
Stand for genetic union.
Be mild in a battle blaze.
Go out on
the field of praise to the apron.
Tell every stall: tomorrow it's over.
Tonight is all.