I Sleep In No Arroyo

An echo dawned the slightest weird
after all that smoke had cleared
came frame of mind from frazzled nerves
remains of which my faith preserves
to do with what it will
down here I am until
some lonely angel needs a friend
the righteous wings of fate descend
and sail my soul away
ride rapture’s regal ray
to shameless sorrow’s harmony
for no tomorrow worries me
today

As scattered pieces drifting back
down traces of a beaten track
reach optimism squandered
which helplessly had wandered 
from what would be the norm
to haven from the storm
find me near this fine frontier
what more can a mere man fear
than shadows shining bright
on darkness shedding light
for what I hear is my own echo
flee this ill arroyo
tonight 


Hyattsville, Maryland
07/1981