I see you: blazer, shaking wall-shadow,
a wisp of hair springing forth so wildly
while utterly still – now there's a meadow,
and you are there, singing to a daisy:
Now a table, and light, and beer, and hope,
and my head is spinning from the approach
of truth – and the light flickers – I can't cope,
so I split in full confidence – you teach
and taught the value of a steady dream,
while the planet agitates and revolves
and splinters under its own conscious stream
and splits in faith that creation evolves:
You are this planet – I am just a moon,
a satellite in the wake of your swoon.
urbansonnets 