Your eyes and the valley are memories,
Your eyes fire and the valley a bowl,
It was here a moonrise crept over the timberline,
It was here we turned the coffee cups up side down,
And your eyes and the moon swept the valley.
I will see you again tomorrow,
I will see you again in a million years,
I will never know your dark eyes again,
These are three ghosts I keep.
These are three sumac-red dogs I run with.
All of it wraps and knots to a riddle,
I have the moon, the timberline, and you,
All three are gone, and I keep all three.
Carl Sandburg, Valley Song