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WHEN WE WERE LOVERS
WHEN WE WERE LOVERS
You and I have secret meetings with the moss at night
After the rubrical sunset, we followed the mice tracks
To the moon. The hemlock cried out for them to return.
Even in our cemetery trysts in the springtime night, we
Felt the grass growing around the cold stone slabs; for
You and I knew of the enlivening dawn of forever love.
The mist bogs enjoined us as lively golems of good cheer,
And the Pleiades sent down a rope for us to climb to heaven;
When we were lovers the raven and kraken seemed lighter.
Your body was encoded in my eidetic memory; even now
Among the hemlocks alone I see the mice returning for us;
All of space seems to remember when we were lovers.
We locked into the circadian rhythms of eternity and our
Note was included in the diatonic scale of celestial music;
And we became part of a never ending story for madrigals.
I know you were in love with these springtides, remembering
When the sea yielded her sea bushes and crabs greeted us; the
Shoats behind the hollyhocks waited for the mice to return.
Bravo!
Starward