All afternoon we watched that storm
over your favorite field;
the wind on my face, the worry in yours,
the wheat and the sea and your elm.
I am dust, let me settle;
all reason unwound.
We are ravelled and shaken,
not touching the ground.
Other places, other times
I remembered my lines -
but here I know it all by heart, by heart.
Take my hand, I'll walk with you
when we are old and beyond.
Time it was when even the sky
stretched out like the map for a fight.
You are dust, you can settle;
all reason unwound.
We are flying, unfurled, nowhere to be found.
When the forest is silent
lightening will strike.
We are tinder and we set the world on fire, on fire
After all is said
there is still no greater love.
World without end. |