Make for me the day
That I'd remember you,
I will tread on the Earth you love.
I'll blame no cloud nor season.
I will be staring at the leaning grasses
Of the Archipelago. I will be calm.
Make me not turn to you,
If you are to approach me
From behind, surprisingly,
Locking your tiny hands on my eyes,
Asking me of who you are,
Because in that moment,
That moment only,
Will I truly dream.
And seeing you
Might make me want to kiss you.
Do it so, stealthily, then
Walk away from me. Run. Leave me.
Send off your goodbye, as though
It was your loving touch
That I may live on
Like an ill-fated Sun,
Missing, always missing,
Its cold half,
As I untiringly wander,
Wonder, remember,
Answer
Why my feet
Can't be across from yours.*
© 2011 J.S.P.
Edited.