In The Darkness Between The Trees Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Lands are populated high and low,
And airplanes make love and prowl in the darkness
Between the trees
While their stewardesses are sleeping, and singing about
The knees,
While their captains are turned out,
And the street lights are doused, and the greatest of all miseries
Blankets the cages of the beasts and the empty habitats in which
When the world was much bluer and sang like
The incests of rivers, we walked and I held her brown skin;
And her eyes were just as dark and saturated with hidden promises
As mine.