While I shower and shave
night is growing old;
as I recount my days
you simply count
and coldly mark time.
This performance in fact
last, and sweetly in vain
so human, dressed and packed.
Let me entertain you
one more time.
You watch it turn from dark to dawn,
you don't seem to need much sleep.
You're unconcerned.
Day is breaking like a wave
and the water's much too deep.
More faithful still
than God or man,
quietly you're clocking me.
Ordained to fill
a baneful hourglass
without pause and without grief.
If Heaven can wait talk to Fate -
give me just one more day.
As you attend, won't you please,
won't you bend, won't you stay
this breach?
This gold to airy thinness beat.
You watch it turn from dark to dawn.
Eyes and lips and hands I forsake.
You will endure long after we are gone
and these hearts and this wave
will break.
