The Green Pond

Well, it took a green pond to tell me

Yeah, this is alright

And it took a white bird to tell me

There is sweetness in sight

The lovers enfold each other

And I enfold myself

In song in mem’ry of another

And in light from twelve to twelve

The white bird sat on a green floor

At the Margarita café

And the green pond lay like a lover at

The quiet close of the day

The drinkers drink to each other

And I drink up the pond

With eyes that long for another

Far across the ocean frond

In two months I’ll take a white bird

And traverse this green, waving palm

But for two months I’ll find a sweet word

To tell of where I don’t come from

The wings enfold the water

As air enfolds the song

And I owe my light to a white bird

Just across from the green pond

Yeah, I owe my light to a white bird

Just across from the green pond

I wrote this in the summer of 2007 when I was visiting my father in Moscow.