maybe a thing about particles and waves
or wave-particles and the way light works
and moves, the way soulmates’ eyes ignite
from moon dust, the way some ancient god
smiled and blinked, flicked an able wrist
to strew some billion stars across a
darkly barren sky, then asked his goddess
to suspend the amber moon ...
its caress so softly lighted, it stirred
the hearts of night-blooming lovers
but surely ...
surely the years run like the cheetah and
soon-or-late some hearts quake asunder,
just as surely as moon dust and starlight and
the way a true love fills in the fault lines
© 2013, poem, Jamie Dedes (The Poet by Day & Coffee, Tea and Poetry), All rights reserved' Photo courtesy of morgueFile, Jamie Dedes
” … a true love fills in the fault lines … ”
GAWD A’MIGHTY, JAMIE! That is so heart-stoppingly, arrestingly beautiful … and so TRUE … As of 18 Aug 2017, Diane and I will have been married 33 years, and it still his me in certain unexpected “bo-tree” moments. Yet it’s also very miraculously ORDINARY, like the final lines in that George Herbert poem: “You must sit down, says Love, and taste my meat. / So I did sit and eat”.
Should be “hiTs me”, not “his me”.
HaHa! xo
How wonderful. I love to hear about marriages that work. Congrats to you guys for doing it and thanks for reading and taking the time to comment, James.