i lie.   halfway to sleep, sleep so restlessly.   for want of a place where lovers we'd be   darling, Carballo      we'll walk the red earth   a windy Mars olive-tree covered plain   the ground started to bleed with the falling rain   and you're holding my hand.      darling, take my weight in gold   it forms any figure you want it to know   no need of a polish, won't rust or erode   and forever to hold   yours to hold.