Still
Still waiting
Still hoping
Still longing
Waiting, hoping, and longing
Still
Still longing
Still hoping
Still waiting
Still
Waiting, hoping, and longing
Being here
Being there
Being anywhere
In between
Still
Still being here
Still being there
Still being anywhere
In between
Waiting here
Hoping there
Longing in between
Still
Between here
And there
There is beauty
That is
Between here
And anywhere
There is beauty
When the eyes of love
Are on the lookout
Between sky
And sea
There is beauty
That is
Between blue sky
And azure sea
There is beauty
When the eyes of a lover
Are on the lookout
Between pen stroke
And brushstroke
There is beauty
That is
Between the italics
And the faint wash
There is beauty
When the artists of love
Are on the lookout
Some men
Would mould you in clay
Now, don’t
Get me wrong
I have thought about
Doing that very thing
But how
How to create
The third dimension
How to stand
The legs apart
Or better still to cross them over
And how
How to raise up
Or cup the breast
Before the coat lapels
Are stylishly
Overlaid
Also how
To gift those eyes
That enigmatic smile
As you turn
Ever so slightly
Towards me
I may be leaving
I don’t really know why
Or for that matter when
Neither do I know where I might be going
I will remember
These flat lands
Which are really not flat at all
Say that again; really not flat at all
Yet, from the sea
Across the marshes, up through the fields
There is a chance of flood
Say that again; there is a chance of flood
I may be leaving
That time has turned around
The clock and I move on
Somewhere now must be the future
I will remember
These flat lands
Which are really not flat at all
Say that again; really not flat at all
Yet, from the sea
Across the marshes, up through the fields
There is a chance of flood
Cooling down
Going quiet
After a bodily engagement
Settling down
Being quiet
After a mindful resurgence
Out of down
Into quiet
After a presence emergent
