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poetry by lou sid linesman - on life, love & politics
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Romantic In Autumn
I called You in Midwinter
Missing your warmth...
You were not there...
Only Your cold cold impersonator...
I called to You in Spring
After so many Springs
A Lover with no Lover’s hand to hold...
You were not there...
I’ve sent no rose...
You have it there already...
From time...
Growing in my heart...
I’ve vainly sought the joyful passion
In a life of Summers...
Without You...
But my mind has now slowed to still,
So I’ll painfully wind, wind on to Autumn,
The season with the richest, most expensive mood,
Where a pillar of smoke streams straight
From village back-streets
Into the clear clear silence of the bitter late-afternoon sky,
Where city workers with a melancholy eye
May sigh to leave
The lamp-lit office for the closing of the night,
In Autumn,
My Homeland,
And...I fear...Yours,
The Romantics’ deepest meeting place,
One thought allowed:...longing for Spring...
And I’ll ease up over its bridge
Hoping to find You standing
On the life-ward side of your decision...
Just needing desperately to know that You are there,
That You’re alive...
For if You choose again
The sealed-up Winter
Of Your stark unwindowed cell,
And if someone ever
Your constant gaoler has to be
Without a key,
Let it be me...
Let me take that terrible
So terrible responsibility...
Who else would commit...to that task...
With Love’s utter totality?...
Who else would care enough
To carry it out thoroughly?...
Let me be the one who must
Remind You of the glory of the sun,
Let me bring each day
My ration-bowl of liquid light
For You...
And when at last You decide
To break out into the Bright,
To set yourself entirely free,
Please please please just please
Let me hope to remember
Why...
And how I can ever, can ever again
Feel happy at my liberty...
But I’ll do it...
I’ll take that position
And I’ll do anything...
For You...
And I’ll be there eternally...
For you...
And I’d do it all again from the day
When we set out so far back down the way,
Because I so Trust in Our Love...
I Trust it so implicitly...
And I’ll look for You...
Always...
And I’ll wait for You...
Always...
And I’ll Love You...
Always...
For whether Dark
Is held in Light’s embrace
Or Light is in the clasp of Dark
It matters absolutely not...
For those two worlds they hold no race...
When we stand...alone...
On Our own bespoken bridge
In the deep of the sky...
Just You and I...
When All is One...
And We are One...
At One with All
© Lou Sid Linesman, 2006. All Rights Reserved.
