Saturday, 25 March 2017

We: a poem for Liz's 45th birthday

A lifetime sentence,
never spoken 
to completion.
A poem 
free in form,
but stable 
in structure.

We are 
you and I, 
by an invisible thread;
we tread.

'I do'
did it up,
and what has been joined
shall not be undone.
We were bound to be together;
the knot was tied tight.
We are held fast.

If we are parted for a time,
thread stretched
by wandering feet,
which may become yards, 
miles, continents even;
we shall be distanced 
but never distant,
parted but not apart.

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