At Which Hour Does The Night

At which hour does the night Stop dreaming about daylight When does the heart return from Its foolish wonderings To let the mind take control When does love forgive itself In order to realize that hope is only fools' gold As the rainbow is their road Were it not for these bright colored Pictures we took, or for other peoples’ memories I’d think that, maybe I imagined everything Love at first sight, no such a thing! Immaculate beauty, no such a thing! Was it in mid July? December rains are falling down Feeding the ancient streams of the giant Table Steady winds cut through the bone Into the marrow with a narrow Blade of temperature I picture the snow falling all over the Fuji 36 hours from the foot of the Table I feel like a mountain, -! I dreamt of you last night Playing the games of foolish days The Hand that made the flowers Bright, made your face more radiant And of me—O me! The cheering eye!