At This Special Time, Calling Lord Cloud

As this little experiment draws to an end,

You meet with my eyes as sight begins to dim;

The canopy thick wafts waves of sound above our ears,

Heads below roaring with gentle care as seconds fade.

Kissing lips and keeping your body from the far shade.

The idyll we relished, the thoughts unspoken, untrue:

Those which would lead me away from myself and from you,

Need not pass minds now. The storm clouds are passed.

The whole oceans have passed, we long sailed true blue:

The true blue of our eyes, with the passing of years,

Sails dropped now below the sunset, we're holding our tears.

Toying with your hair, the gentlest touch

Now pulses with a longing. I have never felt much –

A longing the living cast into the thin of things,

Our empty hands in empty spaces.

Holding on, gripping the grains of reality...

Perhaps we reach for the sands of time.

How great they would be to catch,

Yet never do I expect as much.

While I want to feel you, we have felt – and we shall now yield.

Still you lay there, mind races across thoughts long-sealed;

The tremors tell something of your vulnerability.

The living assert the assertions of the living

Characters only may assume characteristics.

As you warned me, I close my eyes,

Intending not to remember you from this side.

So the hour has come: soon shall you leave.

But what is so different between Here and There?

To me, it is that you are not yet There.

Though reflecting of There cripples the soul,

Love – beautiful a place it will be made soon.

A beautiful place. Out by the sea.

A beautiful place.

Now it is with you: not with me.

John Lockers