The Weight

Will I never see you in an evening dress?
A midnight catsuit or your new glasses?

I am intense still,
And you are still tense.

I hear seagulls and the pulls of the Sea,
Say softly come fathoms of melancholy.
What to do when your Life’s Love leaves?
When your soulmate unthreads what your dreaming head weaves?
When the earth spins off-kilter from its axis to send
Us into the dimension,
Where we’re at an end.

My innocent lover, what have you done?
Do you not feel the weight of the Moon and the Sun?


© 2003 Once and Future Poems