1.
A Myth of Love Returning.
Last month I watched you walk across the still water
In the dark cavern
Under the concrete city.
You glided like a Sufi Saint,
Gliding out of this dimension
With consummate ease into another,
A rich mosaic of lights and laughter.
Now I sit alone by the waters edge
Watching the shadows rise and fall
Like the frigid ghosts of ancient visions,
The visions you talked of in your sleep.
I sit and tremble in the darkness.
Sit and wait for your safe return.
Perhaps you will bring the light that you promised
Across the centre of the lake.
The light that opened the flowers of Eden
In the first days of Creation
When all the creatures lived at peace,
Fed from the hands of Eve and Adam.
And then, my love, we could plant anew
The sacred grove that once grew here
Lit from the chalice that glowed like the sun.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
March 30th. 2015. - May 11th. - 12th. 2017.
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2.
Eclipse.
An eclipse is never total -
The sun circles the errant moon
With a bright corona -
Glinting like a wedding ring
Displayed on a black cushion
The next time I kiss your outstretched hand
I shall search for stars in your downcast eyes
Trevor John Karsavin Potter
March 19th. 2015. - May 11th. 2017.
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3.
Easter Daffodils.
Easter daffodils
in my garden
Remind me of the first time that we kissed
At the seas edge
Trevor John Karsavin Potter
March 30th. 2015.
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