(For Emily, my Muse)
Tide ripped the straits, dividing our islands,
On flood I rowed east, the ebb drifted you west.
I glimpsed your sail, under darkening skies.
My keel kissed your soft, shingling shore,
You forced your gaze back, as if searching for more.
Dab drying salt tears, under darkening skies.
Climbing the hills of your island of sadness,
Scanning the cold empty vista, heartless,
I searched for your love, under darkening skies.
And there, where only the blind can see well,
Through gaps in the shadowed dark labyrinth.
A flicker of light in your eye, under darkening skies.
Slowly the twisted roots untangled,
Nourishing your essence, and I sensed,
That all could be well, despite darkening skies.
(15.10.23)
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