Into A Lawn Of Soft Darkness Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Playing in another child's sandcastles,
While the sun looks up into her eyes,
Pretending that he is swimming and each wave is
A mountain in his heavens—
A yellow orb over the playgrounds the sea
Stalks like lions—
The parking lot filled with beautiful toys he doesn't
Have the mind to cherish:
There is his love, at the borders a metamorphosis
She doesn't know she is in—
And there he is in his perfect disguise languishing
Perpetually—when she goes home,
He will float over her house until he puts her to sleep
And then he will send helicopters to
To hover over her and drunken and obsessed boys
To climb atop her roof,
Piling their nocturnal bicycles upon her front yard
Like gifts lain to sleep in a lawn of soft darkness.