Balcony
by Lynne Dhenson (hycnthblue@aol.com)
Archive: On m_a, please.
Categories: Poetry, Point of View, Drama
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
Summary: Remembering where you are.
Notes: It's been, I think, literally years since I last had the
urge to split a poem of mine into stanzas. But when I finished
writing this one, it *felt* right, given the nature of the
subject, to do just that. (Uh-huh. Indulge the author.)
Feedback: Any and all comments most welcome.
Disclaimer: SW:TPM's characters are George Lucas', and very
emphatically not mine.
Balcony
Will you remain out here, into the night?
The view is surely pleasant, yet I sense
Your occupation is but thin pretense:
Your thoughts have leapt already into flight
Beyond the present, and your troubled gaze
Sees only your potential for unworth.
One moment's passing is another's birth;
Anxiety indulges, but betrays.
Release this apprehension at its source.
The evening has only just begun;
Your restless worry will not halt the sun,
Nor speed the silver moons along their course.
But notice how the parting crimson ray
Still glimmers on the dim horizon, how
The moonbeams lend their light to your fair brow,
And how the garden-scented breezes stray
From far below to where we stand entwined.
Though fate may change as quickly as the weather,
I cherish most our pledge to stand together
To meet those waiting hours yet undefined.
This moment here between us is sublime.
So linger at the closing of the day;
Let come tomorrow as tomorrow may;
There is no future without present time.
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