The Fog

He dreams that Neptune is a prophet
and Jupiter a healer
and so wakes up thinking
they are more than stars
And he cannot tell the difference
between a heartbeat and a wave
He has a bad, bad sense of time
And she's a queen
She gives beyond her means
Too pure to see through
his raggedy disguise
She cannot tell the difference between
a photograph of lovers on a beach
and a man in rags and feathers in the trees
She says,
"Don't tie the blindfold quite so tight this time."
He says,
"Don't love me to death and I won't love you to death."
She says,
"I won't love you to death if you don't love me to death."
He says,
"I won't tie the blindfold quite so tight this time."
And then he takes her by the elbow
back down towards the sea
where they become two very old
and senile sailors
Going in and going out
and going in and going out
and going in and going out
of the fog
and going in and going out again
and going in and going out again
and going in and going out again
and going in and going out
and going in and going out
and going in and going out again
going in and going out again
going in and going out
and going in and going out
going in and going out again
of the fog