their landscapes though
remain the same
as if in time
on the sands
their sunrise
rises at dawn
or on the moors
their sunset
sets at dusk
the reason of which is love
Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
their landscapes though
remain the same
as if in time
on the sands
their sunrise
rises at dawn
or on the moors
their sunset
sets at dusk
the reason of which is love
if on the other hand
she makes the statement
i no longer want to be your lover
but i could be your friend
to which he instantly responds
i cannot do that i have to leave
in those moments
an irretrievable breakdown occurs
the cause of which is love
an eternal situation
she asks the question
do you want to stay
to which he answers
do you want me to
in those moments
a lasting connection is made
the bond of which is love
our third setting
this time using imagination
it is a village fair
down the hill around the green
there are no dodgems
for this is a community affair
with coconut shies and ducking stools
families gather
with and without introspection
some together and some set apart
i do have a photograph
to continue the story
a mother leaning on a wall
watching her son playing
how we are fascinated
by the distance
between those seen
and those not seen