Timbuktu

On the roof chimneys grin
Smoking their pipes like bitter winds forever
There’s nothing now
But broken glass
Shot to the touch
Nothing lasts
Like Romeo dressed in rags
I’m dancing like them
To the ring of the bell
Night is here ashes fall down
I’m waiting for you
Like a rose on a ground in Timbuktu
Afternoon my arms are filled emptiness
My heart is stilled forever
Flowers sway between the cracks
Laughing like kids from the side of the tracks
Where love will chant
And saxophones cried like the wind
From the top of the hill
Night is here ashes come down
I’m waiting, waiting for you
Like a rose on the ground in Timbuktu
You will pass by
As my hand trembles
Tea cup falls to the floor