Walk

I hear the waters chatter
Beneath the gray matter
Of pavement where I walk.
I hear the waters talk
And the lamplit door
Beyond the shore
Opens my gaze
To myriad highways
Of rooms, rooms
Whose tombs
Hide dreams
(Deep streams)
Of songs, songs
Whose words belong
To the stars
And quasars, to
The gray and blue
Dream-lined
Streets.