What I see
Is the big big tree
Way way bigger
Than me
At first I bask
In its enormity
Gathering in
Also letting through the sunlight
But on closer inspection
I become concerned
At its significant lack of symmetry
Out of sync almost two-fold
The west side stretches
To where the west side sun resides
The east side closes up
To were the east side sun rises but moves on
How long can this go on
The cousin across the green
Has already suffered the ignominy
Of replacement
Into the mist
As if
No don’t go there
Ok, if you must
Out in the distance
Different
Kinds
Of aeroplanes
That one listed for tourism
This one
Well abstaining of war
I suppose
Back from the resistance
Pray do tell; did you crossover
You didn’t, well
It’s no matter
So far from god
I find another god
The god of I
I, being I
So out of touch
With all I had to touch
The touch of I
I, touching I
Four walls
And a resounding mind
Where else to be
I, sounding I
Years of love
More years than memories
How to make any sense
I, remembering I
Once more I’m on my own
Although not this time alone
At least different
To how you first found me
I did not turn to stone
Neither sat on a gilt-edged throne
Instead I became transformed
Once you did astound me
Encouraged again to roam
With perfect ice cream cone
Down county land to beach
So so loosely you bound me
That love should be so strong
As to continually remind you
Even with your eyes closed
And with your lips sealed
The taste and the beauty
May still be waken
That love should last so long
As to continuously define you
Even with your thoughts stilled
And with your heart settled
The beat and the rhythm
May still be shaken
That love should be long gone
As to contemporaneously find you
Even with your smooth skin
And your polish from within
The touch and the feel
May still be taken
