Fly Away

Were it possible
We would walk
Cross a street
Pass through a wrinkle in time
Disappear
No before
No today
No tomorrow
Nothing
Just an us

But
there is no wrinkle
There is only time
Little of it

Walking again
through the night
Seriphos
The sky black – blue
shooting stars by the hundreds
Lying under the boughs
silver-green
our ceiling
And
Looking up watch the stars fall
by the hundreds
As many as the kisses with which I would shower you
were there a wrinkle in time

A place through which we would, we could, disappear
But there is no wrinkle
Only time
And very little of it

So under the protective boughs
silver-green
rustling in the evening breeze
you take my hand
like so many years ago
like so many years ago
Was it you, was it me ?
I no longer remember
But this time
This time
I will not fail
You took my hand
I kissed you
The fear of that embrace
the fear you have
I would
if I could
take from you, onto my shoulders
I would bear that for you
This time I will not withdraw when you take my hand
Once I too feared this
I failed to act
I failed to disappear with you
This time
This time
This time
This time
I
Will
Not
Run
From
You

No fear
I am at your side
Even now
I am with you
Under those green-silver boughs
WE are an
US
This is all the time we have
Here and now,
Helen

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June 2012

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