WHAT I WANT TO TELL YOU (SEA-CHART)

(To my Love)

I want to tell you, my love
that I have been far away.
Far away from myself
I don’t know where.
That here, my love
I don’t know where
there is a simplistic haze
a dust of insulation
in the complicated horizon
of my eyes, which I know
are inhabited. That, yes
my love, that here
I don’t know where
I know this, which I
can’t see. But I can
hear it, like the distant
very distant sound
of steps and voices
of invisible moorings
skimming invisible hulls
of boats docked by wharfs
where – I don’t know where
my love – there have been
no embarkations in a while.

I want to tell you, my love
that I go on playing with words
here, I don’t know where
like the shadows of sails
play with the shadows of
the coming and going
of the water
(not really coming from
or going anywhere)
in the silences of wind.
And I want to tell you, my love
that here, I don’t know where
I know that to love you
is the course. The course
I always know even when
I am I don’t know where
far away from myself -
playing, in the silences
of wind upon the sails
with the shadows of water
in the coming and going
(really coming and going)
of the words. The ones
I want, I know I want
to tell you, my love
when I return.

© 2006 Alexandra* ~ OneLight*®