I'll Take You Home

I'll take you home, if we can see the moon
Through canopies of leaves. If we can stroll
Along the boulevard, if we can roll
Along the highway past a dead raccoon,
I'll take you home. Something will happen soon,
An unforeseen event will rend my soul
And, making me see stars, will make me whole,
But none of that took place this afternoon.

My heart is in the cupboard, and my eyes
Are on the future, underneath the dome
Of dusky clouds, but I will take you home
If we can listen to the wind that sighs
And whistles through those leaves. The sun will rise
Over the wine-dark sea, topped with bright foam.