By Christopher Lake
Date: 24 February 2001
Too Many Times
Too many times
I've counted the ice cubes in my drink,
the stars on the ceiling...
(eight ice cubes, exactly one hundred stars)
I only know
how far
we've come.
I wish I knew
how much farther we'll go.
We'll see,
baby,
if love alone is enough
to see us through
to the kind
of day I used to wake to at home
when winter dawn meant impossible brightness
and sun shimmering on snow
and everything looking suddenly new
in that deadly-cold place
touched suddenly
with hard-won light
(not merely absence of night).
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