The Rock

Ode to the place my soul lives...
     

Now

and then,

when I sit atop you,

I wonder on all

that we have known and

come through; a childhood, the sunsets,

on which ledges I have stood, picnics and

laughter and the trappings

of a dutiful love,

and my hands, by instinct, caress the one

to whom I would gather my prisons and silently run,

whenever there was nowhere else.

     

For you knew all the times

I put myself on a shelf, of tomorrow and tomorrow

above the clandestine truth,

you knew my desires, all in vain,

you watched all my days, forced to be the same

and you cut my shackles free again, whenever

I had moments

to watch the clouds of your blue.

    

None of it was ever you

not really

just a means of wanton escape.

But you’ve stopped me in my tracks, each and every way,

with your views, all the days of my life.

And lying beside you, awaiting a sunset tonight,

I feel a ghost

of future and summer heat, in the sun:

And I can say now,

only:

‘stay mine forever,

someday...when they ask...

I will share you with someone’.