Night Poem by r james sterzinger

who's going to save
us from ourselves
we travel around each other
preying on each other
singing on Sundays
for what?

you know
its save the whales
its He's my president now
and I need to support him
its we need to revive the economy
you know.

oh, so much twaddle
so much twaddle.
who's going to save us from ourselves.

ah, Marie,
as you lie asleep
our love making complete
I stare at the ceiling
where your children
are asleep
I wonder
who's going to save us
from ourselves

I get out of bed
put my robe on
go out to the deck
light my cigarette
stare out at the stars
and embrace the silence
until it and me are one

it is midnight now
a little too late to think
about these things
a little to early too
but I can't sleep
I can't

for right now
here between
the smell of your perfume
still on me
and the end of this cigarette
burning in my hand
filling my lungs

I just want to
think how much I love
you Marie
and this crazy life
and for this moment
save the stars
and let the world keep turning
by itself without me
if need be

and if I die this moment
it would have been worth
it all
all the sadness
all the stars that shine
a little dark in the light
Marie
like the stars that flicker out and die
you have helped me to hang on