That time of promise
when all felt well
brief
illuminated
so fragile in its being
here
She asks 'When were you
the happiest?'
When I watched your
sleeping form
your smooth beauty in
all its splendour
you, there, staying
and in His arms
those Loves of mine
solid moments of surety
the feeling of
completeness one is told about through stories and myth
but mine are serial,
none lasting
Yet I gave up happiness
many years ago
in that cafe in Leiden,
smoking our grass
drinking our banana
shakes through straws
and the man walked off
the street proclaiming 'Life is shadow, as well as light, as there is
night and day, as there are seasons, so it is'
since then I expected
less
though my heart still
breathes only for the One
and I chased the
endless summer
with ideas of unicorns
and perfect Love
