Stranger Who Was Flesh (a poem)


Stranger who was flesh and marrow of my bone
How far and lonely have you come
In seven years. A little space of time
And yet your universe and mine

To separate worlds in different orbits spin
I sense a wild kaleidoscope within your brain
But cannot enter in.

Once your eyes reflected but a single world
And I the centre. Gently furled
Within my heart, the flower I
And you the bud. And nothing knew
But calm content as in each other grew.

But now your reckless days weave patterns bright
As shoals of fish that dart and veer in sudden flight.
ow will you fare, my love, tracking an alien star
Through the tides and reefs of lonely seas, far From the welcoming land? How will you fare?

You stand with bright impatience, quick to defend your will
Demand the hills and sky, but never know your fill.
I tremble that the world will take a savage toll
Of your effervescent years, and like Icarus you will fall
All burning from the sun.

Oh winds of love, if you were ever real
Fan my understanding into vibrant flame. Let me feel
Your gales of light strike deep in my unknowing mind.
Return the vision once you briefly lent, and bind
Me to your living centre once again.

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