Words, Wide Night

Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.

This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say it is sad?
In one of the tenses I singing
an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.

La lala la. See?

I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross
to reach you. For I am in love with you

and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.



Mel said...

What a great photo to illustrate the wide-ness the poetry speaks to.

Mel said...

OH!! And J is for Jack-O-Lantern!!

67 days!! WooooHOOO!

(just in case you were wonderin'.....)

Gordie said...

Brilliant photos. I am in love with the moon. I am probably a lesbian.

mig bardsley said...

Oh how beautiful.
Picture and poem.