A peacock wanders in your thoughts
In such a curious form
It jumps and leaps or limps and struts
And goes not whence it's come
It seems at first as if it's whole
But then a closer look
Reveals that it's just half a fowl
Or half an ugly rook
On half a pair of legs it trips
Then half a fall it takes
Half a drop of blood then drips
And half a squawk it makes
Half a flight and half a heart
And half the thought of it
Serves to tear my mind apart
The thought of half it's meat
Or half the sleep it takes when half
The night had passed and then
I feel as if on it's behalf
I'd dream like half of men
The tides of nature push us forth
Toward affections shores
Past the storms that ****** mirth
And fill with fear our pores
And life's boat seems to seek to sink
And fall with ease beneath
The waves -it titters on the brink-
That cut like fearsome teeth
Half a pair of hands that rows
Must seek another half
A helping hand that feels and grows
Comforting with a laugh
Perhaps to safety both can sail
Perhaps to greener lands
The half might not when one half fails
Perhaps it understands.
I wished to make this half it's length
Or make this line it's half
The peacock turned whole when it learnt
To find it's better half
Half of me and half of you
Could make good poems and more
Our halves become more real and true
More worthy to adore.


I love you.