Wednesday 3 January 2018
January Moon, Stormy Night.
On this windy night
The moon, a ghost ship
Tossed among clouds.
Love
Without you
I am nothing,
A counterfeit persona
Frailer than memory.
The moon, a pale mirror
That reflects your face
Onto my pillow
Shining your mischievous features
As though through a cine projector,
A mirror of tears
Reflecting our lost history,
Our solitudes,
Through miniature rainbows.
Love
When the night sky is pure black
I can sleep soundly
Safe in the sanctum of darkness,
Safe from your laughing eyes
While old age slowly takes me
From the path that we once travelled.
The path I cannot now tread
Except in private dream time,
Memory filtered through shadows;
Our long ago kiss by the lakeside
That moonlit Maundy Thursday
Transfigured into myth.
I, forever lonely. You, forever young.
Love
Without you
I am nothing.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
January 2nd. - 3rd. - 4th. 2018.
July 24th. 2018.
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