Waiting For Night To Fall

By Carl Kopman

Lovers and friends never have ends

                        Morning along your skin.
                        The sun shines in.
                        Your sleep.

I want to wake you

                        Tell you.       To see me too.
                        Blind in love.
                        Thinking it mattered.

This wound heals.

                          Other lovers.
                          Other friends.
                          Always You.

I try to think into

                           What you never said.
                           What I wanted to hear.
                           Confusing till.  It doesn’t matter.

Falling in love has no logic. 

                           And there is always another name.
                           I carefully remember
                           is not yours.

It is that two people can fall in love 

                           Is a miracle.
                           Such a lonely place
                           to share old pains.

                                                                                                          carl kopman/Albion /1974

Carl Kopman
In the late summer of 1970 with my earthly belongings in a backpack and a fifty dollar bill in my pocket I was dropped off at the junction of Highway 1 and Albion Ridge Road.  It was like stepping into a tarot deck where I, a taxi cab driver from Brooklyn, could find community and love, peace and space.

#Carl Kopman