Falling rain and heart and sky

Falling rain and heart and sky
Landing softly. You and I
Kissing there amid the spray
Of some long-lost summer’s day

Secret-telling in the dusk,
Perfumed hair, and skin and musk;
Peeling back the edge of shy,
Falling rain and heart and sky

I’m trying to understand —

What does this ocean mean right now?
It’s voice is soft, I barely hear

The words its forming in the waves
I stand, attenuated, like a deer —

But stillness breaks before it forms
My mind, it never finds repose

Whatever, now, this ocean meant
Is lost to space,
For heaven

The view, the day

The view,
  the scent,
  the gesture meant;
  the wind for an

The day
  of birth;
  the feel of worth;
  the pleasure felt from
  lake and earth

The soul
  at peace,
  the mind at ease;
  the sunset over
  hills and trees

The view,
  the day,
  the tears at bay;
  so long she’s yearned
  to feel this way


He thought they’d had, for them,
A quite good day.
He took the garbage out
Before she asked, complimented
Her on the new hair style, and
Listened for some time after
Inquiring as to her day

He tried to make eye contact as
She was taking unusable things out
If the refrigerator and moving them
To the garbage can, smiling on
Occasion to show his sympathy with
The vicissitudes of that day’s battle

He commented on how selfless she
Always was, and how people took
Advantage, sometimes; as she finished
Drying her hands after washing them,
He lightly placed his hands on her shoulders

Whereupon she recoiled, turning at
Once to pass that off as a gesture of
Busy procedure on to the next task, while he
Realized with the first dim realization of
A new forever that
What used to be good enough for her

Wasn’t good enough any more