Vanishing Point

The vanishing point is on me. One blinking island—a light
In the darkness there’s a sign, the vanishing line is mine

I cannot reach tomorrow, see your face or breach your sorrow
There, in the corner of the sky, a waving hand takes flight

The vanishing point is on me

Clear the orchard, clear the rise
A line vanishing, a line vanishing
Clear the airport, clear the sky
A line vanishing, lines vanishing
Clear the table, close the door
Speak your name, step toward—