You, women and girls
Ever Sunrises, Sunsets
Metaphors galore
You, women and girls
Ever Sunrises, Sunsets
Metaphors galore
Oxygen, I
Afire, you
Particular particulate matter, we
Your grey-green eyes, my green, green eyes
This was all that mattered
Dissipated, now
Why
Science and God refuse to explain
Cat and mouse throughout my dreams
At play, we
I don’t win
Pedigreed, you chose, not me — then you began again
The poor girl of your youth
I am
Too much proof of your roots
Together nevermore, old friend — how urban lights pollute
What might we share?
Except for some source of light
And the cello muse
I won’t pretend to know
Though
I like soft things
You like the edge
I’m drawn to abbeys
You’re from the deep
I flirt with irreverence
You respect me
So maybe we could stand
A day or year
A treaty, here
Find peace
Decide
Praise The Rock from which The Water flows
Not far from Jordan