Forrest’s Lament
Days, decades of them gone
Already and still my heart
Laughs for the love, the life
Of the welcome
Caught in your eyes, that first day.
How could passion, desire, love,
Infuse my blood bittersweet
As Joni's holy wine,
Resist all cure, and starved,
Never die, but root stunted
In the impossibly alien fallows
Laying between our mindscapes.
What different worlds inhabit us
Who once shared a moment
In the sun, the snow, a summer walk
Until, the path diverging,
Saw differences in that
Less travelled by,
Trailing our muses to their
Opposing poles.
I pass these times tossed
Through nights of haunting
dreams, wonderings, imaginings
Lost moments, hopeless scenes
And the soft wounding
Of your silence.
Nothing is forever,
You said, half a lifetime ago.
Awakening suddenly
To your double meaning,
I strain to bear
The foreverness of nothing.
Eight years gone already
And still my heart
laughs for the lightness of you
bears the awful weight
Of the farewell
Caught in your words, that last day.