because this is the place

because this is the place
where dreams go to die
it is the very last stop
at the further most edge
across the great frontier
where forty generations
collapsed into four
and of them you are the last
without the need of a passport
and who have never met
a single border guard
and traveled overland
driving in shifts
for three days and a night
or in five hours as the crow flys
to a lifetime of fits and starts
where you were at once welcomed
to this place
where hope is reborn
and told to take your time
before you depart
take your time
before you leave your heart
in this is the place
where dreams go to die
this place made famous
by giving rebirth to the phoenix
and other strange birds
and creatures reinvented
this place where
their dreams too awake to die
when you turn your back
say goodbye
start to cry
by the time
words are said or tears shed
you are so long gone
there is not even a trace
of the place you once you stood
toe to toe with lucid dreams
and there is no point in looking further
for them that survived have fled
from this place where dreams die
and you left me for dead
goodbye saint francis,
you never promised me answers.

Stuart Cudlitz
San Francisco
2000

Songs And Poems


	because this is the place because this is the place where dreams go to die it is the very last stop at the further most edge across the great frontier where forty generations collapsed into four and of them you are the last without the need of a passport and who have never met a single border guard and traveled overland driving in shifts for three days and a night or in five hours as the crow flys to a lifetime of fits and starts where you were at once welcomed to this place where hope is reborn and told to take your time before you depart take your time before you leave your heart in this is the place where dreams go to die this place made famous by giving rebirth to the phoenix and other strange birds and creatures reinvented this place where their dreams too awake to die when you turn your back say goodbye start to cry by the time words are said or tears shed you are so long gone there is not even a trace of the place you once you stood toe to toe with lucid dreams and there is no point in looking further for them that survived have fled from this place where dreams die and you left me for dead goodbye saint francis, you never promised me answers. Stuart Cudlitz San Francisco 2000
		Songs And Poems