There was a story of Two loves One a great surveyor of landscapes Who beheld the ocean and firmament Over tea, toast and morning paper But obscured from mountain view
The other a lover of all things nautical Who beheld gondwanan mountain From a glimpse of kitchen window Ridgelines ridden by mountain bikers From the bedroom
Each obscured from the one thing they loved So it was between them too
Incessant is the word for it. Thoughts come in such a way Made a home in vacant spaces in the brain Places erased when lifelong memories stormed out the door Happy inhabitant an apparition now skips across the floors Prepares coffee in my kitchen Sits beside each morn Far from me to give a cold shoulder - she is neither warm nor cold A presence embraced for fear emptiness consumes the light of morn
Let me be the furry friend That shares the end of bed Or maybe shiny shell Old fossil on your shelf A favoured recipe All smudged and stained with beer Or how 'bout a deciduous bush That flowers a month a year A portrait of a woman Whose eyes stare far beyond A tarnished penny on the sill You plucked from Nan's old pond Whatever dear, I beg of you I'd rather be a thing Than considered a potential Love, nigh despised by all who hear.
Count the stars of heaven 