The sea rolls in at twilight time,
The day is laying down to rest;
My love is standing by my side
And I can hear a beating in her chest…
The waves are lovely, soft and wet;
The dampness there upon my brow,
The spray, dispersing in the air –
And we, yes, she and I, are closer now…
In distant places, somewhere else,
There might just be two others who
Are feeling what we’re feeling now:
If so, those hearts are truly, truly blessed
Snowfall in the meadow,
Wind blows through the woodland,
Day gives way to shadow,
All with frost is aproned —
Boundaries and fences
Bring to thought tomorrows:
Where we draw our limits
There will come
Our sorrows
I saw the fishing boats go out
While darkness still enclosed the pier;
I have been up since three o’clock,
And wandered, silently, out here
But others rise as early with
A purpose, one that I know not:
And labor, maybe envying
The life, the ease, that I have got
But it is dangerous to draw
Conclusions from my ignorance:
I’ll never know these lives at all
To say I do would be
Pretense
Poetry and flowers
Are similar in this:
Though each but one time seeing
Each leaves you with
A kiss
The many and the much,
The chance to run, or touch,
The moment, and the place,
The heartbeat, with its pace,
The fabled and the few,
The everything to do,
The hammering of rain,
The cut against the grain,
The thunderstruck elation,
The time without duration,
The blending in the kiss,
The edge of the abyss,
The many and the most,
The hearts that’s overdose,
And go way past their fill,
Surrendering
And still.
Out my car window
I see the distant bridge lights
And the far island —
A moment passing like stars
Dancing on deep blue water
Tethered to a liquid mooring,
Bodies moving, night brings
Men striding head up beside
Gold hoops and little black dresses.
All the children are back home
With YouTube Blippi and LEGO blocks,
So the good wine flows by the
Succulent harbor, torches come
To life along April avenues and
Blue and white banners flutter in
A wind too strong for tall heels on
Wooden docks.
