++++++++++++++++++++++++In++a white room
+++++with ++++black +++curtains
near ++++the station
Black++ +++roof country,++++++
no gold pavements,
tired starlings,
++++++++Silver
horses+++++++
run ++++down moonbeams
++++in ++++++your dark eyes.
+++Dawnlight smiles ++++++++on ++++++++++]your +++leaving,
my content-+++ment.
+++++++I'll
+++++++++++++++++++wait+++++++++++in+++this place
where+++ the+sun++++++ ++++++++++++never shines.
+++++++++++++++++++wait+++++++++++in+++this place where the shadows run from+ themselves.
++++++++++++++++++++You+said
no strings +++could ++++secure you at the station.
Platform+++++ ticket, +++restless ++++++diesels, goodbye ++++++windows.
I++++walked+++++into such++a sad++time at the station.
As++++I++++ walked out
felt +++my own++need just begin
-ning.
++++I'll wait ++++++++++in++the queue +++++++when+the trains +++++++++++++++come back
I'll++wait+++++++++for you +++++++++where++the ++++shadows ++++++++++++++++++++run+++++++++from++them-
selves
+++++++++++++At+the
party++++++++++++ she+was++kind- ness+++++++ in+++the
++++++hard++crowd
Consolation from++the old wound now forgotten++++
++++++Yellow
+++tigers crouched+in +++jungles
++++in+her++dark ++eyes
She's+just dressing goodbye windows, tired++starlings
+++++++++I'll
sleep +++++++++++in++this place++ with++the lonely crowd,
Lie +++++++++++in+the dark+++ +++++++++++where++the
++++shadows run ++++++++++++from+them- selves
