Classic Poem

You are here
And I am there
And we two meet
In some odd place

In-between

We share our verses
Tender litanies
Lovers lockets
Dangled from a silver thread

I give you all the diamonds of a half-remembered dream
You give me flowers
Still fragrant from a meadow turned to dust
And kiss the incorporal air
With an assurance borne of time

Your face is like the mermaid
Half-myth, half-truth
Till suddenly you are gone
Disappearing in the ocean
‘Neath the waves
That wash the sand

And I once more
Stand alone
And aloof
And listen.


(Previously published in Rustlings of the Wind, Whereness Issue, Sept.2000)