Past
riverrun over bridge where
Whilley
flows the shore come Mette
to
a small mossy cove of rock
and
twig and spring’s gentle letting
Here
a deed did once sow
A
seed, as a tumbling weed on once
Deserted
paths,
and
came here to meet and wake
A
motion to a kiss so sweet,
it
turned winds so far from the
first
tumble down to present ascension
where
it turns here a single leaf
To
plummet down below again to
right
the wrongs of deeds passed in
through
this tiresome, toiling earth
where
death’s fine hand will come
and
meet the evergreen finger caught
in
a fine weaving of wood sapped sinews
I’ll
wait here for thee, which
is
there for you
For
this past fine moment of peaceful
arousal
comes now and again for the
dusty
path we trove once then;
And
this leaf now here between us
leaves
with a kiss lingering still.
So
I bear this leaf or faithful reprieve
from
the tiresome road I wish to leave
and
be near you, now far from true
in
hope that leaves falling down may
once
again come by motion of kiss
And
land far from earth to this
wanting
skin.