There is a magic in some books
That sucks a man into connections with
The spirits hard to touch
That join him to his kind
A man will seek the reading out
Guarded like a canteen in the desert heat
But sometimes needs must drink
And then the final drop falls sweet
The last page turns
The end.
Not so with you my wife
My love, my life
I do not have to seek you out
I read you day and night
And drink and bathe
And share my coat
And droplets spray in rainbows
From that distant age
And we will never
Taste the final drop
Nor turn the final page.
“Upon Reading ‘All the Pretty Horses’ by Cormac McCarthy Summer 1993” was taken from “REG, The International Roger Waters Fanclub Newsletter”, Issue No. 17, Summer 1997.