Sunday, February 26, 2012

Sympathy for my Darling

I look out at sea and sometimes see
water. It moves. Breathe in my lover, new or not.
She moves. Send out my money or take it in
for he or she or them but just, it moves.
The weather moves. It is heart beat, delicate
but plain. The heart's beat may quicken may
hurt when hurried yet wherein is its feeling?
There too is my feeling, out there. It's plain.
It moves.