Everything Merges With The Night

Rosalie, I've been waiting all evening Possibly years, I don't know. Counting the passing hours Everything merges with the night. I stand on the beach, giving out descriptions Different for everyone I see. Since I just can't remember Longer than last September. Santiago, under the volcano, Floats like a cushion on the sea. Yet I can never sleep here Everything ponders in the night. Rosalie, we've been talking all summer Picking the straw from our clothes. See how the breeze has softened Everything pauses in the night.