Sunday, November 11, 2007

The aperture between

From snapshots to a movie screen
and that’s how love can grow
when hope o’er lays our yesterdays
and projects them into dreams.

From winter into spring
and that’s how love can move
into the aperture between
dreams and reality.

But that aperture between
like an unfulfilled sea
rocks the boats, normality
and conformity
until a mind like the shore
stretches comfortably at ease
along the length and breadth
of what it can believe.

And I believe that sea is me
in wilful rock of boats
because screened today within
love’s sure but slow progress
from first sight unto forever.

Do not disturb this woman, please;
the end’s still a mystery!

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