Monday 30 August 2010

Two Truths

   
These two truths
have always been,
equal,
open,
self-evident
to me:
…all things change,
and everybody leaves…
…eventually.

So while I have you here,
for as long as you’ll
stay
and with no one else
but the waning day, and
the lengthening clouds to hear;
the evening’s rabbits and
lowing cows, as they gather
at the gate; while you and I
have nothing awaiting our attention;
nothing to do
to speak of
or to mention above
in passing;
let me get around to asking now,
who it is that you
really are?

And if you tell me,
as the sun goes down;
I promise only the stars
will be around to
really take note…

Well…
them and I who will listen
at your throat
and whisper
back
in your ear;
soft breeze stirring your hair
and your precious soul til you can barely stand…
And,
somewhere,
in all of this,
I will tell you too,
who it is
that I really am…

And it will not matter
if we are honest,
for we
may only be a summer long.

3 comments:

  1. Absolutely bittersweet. Wonderful work Amy.

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  2. Beautiful poetry. I look forward to reading more.

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  3. This is just gorgeous - there's a lyrical rhythm to it that rests so lightly on the ear it is a pleasure.

    I quite love how this flows:

    "...for as long as you’ll
    stay
    and with no one else
    but the waning day, and
    the lengthening clouds to hear;
    the evening’s rabbits and
    lowing cows, ..."

    The wistful quality to the closing lines doesn't hurt either. :)

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