A TE

c 1988 Tristan Winter

Love, whose spelling is disputed,

The stars really confuse our lines

There is a moment when we stop to think and

Beat our thoughts to death.

I was there, I know.

And everywhere else you sang to me,

In so many songs and so many places that I gave up.

Undone unknown,

You always were

Wondering how they knew you were coming

It is the most beautiful night

They put the chairs out on the street.