Here is the very spot where we made love.
You abandonment personified,
eyes closed, pure enjoyment
in the moment, in a still silent space
Over there, on a low concrete dike
that pretends to hold back
a jaded pool of tranquility
you sat chin to knee,
a happy Buddha lingering in the essence of being
In this space,
beauty has no boundaries, no edges
It just is
A pond of subtly blended shadows and sunlight
surrounded by a sea green shawl of moist grass
the forest wrapping it all in its’ arms
a perfect ensemble
It belongs here this emerald jewel,
in a solitude of mountains,
and you wore it beautifully
We never left here, we just left it behind, momentarily.
It was my dreamtime to imagine,
your still space to blossom in paint.
God has been keeping an eye on this place,
waiting for love to return.
Now, that I’ve taken over as caretaker,
nothing moves, not a breeze, nor a ripple
even the water spiders are tiptoeing.
It’s as if there is a film of time over a mirror
waiting for your beauty to reappear.
for though you love this place, as I do,
love is only half fulfilled
when here, alone