You, In Your Calm

YOU, IN YOUR CALM

How light fills the bottom of

raindrops settled upon the glass

Of a train bound for the North

of a distant land.

Your eyes are a kaleidoscopic window

I can use as my compass

On the long trip before me—

Please hold tight my hand.

The windows of a city I fear to leave

are honey-combed squares of gold

Against a black backdrop of buildings

too tall to climb.

The wheels of this transport

are iced-over moulds

Of shells that lived once,

that counted the beads of time.

Why is there sorrow in your voice?

The way you frown—

It brings an ache

to my own pale heart.
White fingers trace your sighs,

touch the line of your crown.

Did I pull you with me

to this place where shadows dart?
No, you came of your own volition,

with knowledge of the chance.

How deep my love of you still glows—

You, in your calm.

There are dangers in letting

infatuation dance,

But I feel your name always on my lips—

a sacred psalm.

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