i walked into the heart party room

i walked into
the heart party room,
and drunk and
found five my self-trees
dancing together
on planchers de l’herbe.

i tried to be windly but
heard myheart
talking to one oaktalk.
he said, “up my soul,
and mingle me.” and i
mused;

the lamp trees at play,
and lights raining down.
hoi you, the ashes-man,
step as the black cloud,
as storm and as surf, listen,
if you feel lonely, if i feel
lonely (your light parted
when we words raining
down ceaselessly), hoi
listen, the lights, raining
down into the heart
party room, abundantly,
like universe. inside you.

the days get this light
when i start a new time
as love, little lamp in
the darkness, shining on
the road. but where does
my heart go then? and
how can i be lonely, not
feeling the lights raining
down into the sleeping
room, grave, bed, in my
home. there is no shoes
path to the lights.