Island
by tasgmon
Posted to Poetry on 2002-01-16 14:57:00
When you made your star my compass,
and we drifted out to sea
on a ship called You and Me,
watched the grey-nosed dolphins jump us
as they raced between the rocks
chasing time from all the clocks,
When we made ourselves an island,
every grain of sand a sun,
and our story just begun;
we could smell the pine-clad highlands
as we searched the bearded shore,
ever closer to the core,
You and me,
On a good ship on a sunlit sea,
On a passage to infinity.
When we sailed off to the distance,
where the pale horizons stretch,
and the world has lost its edge
and the wind gives no resistance;
bound together by the past,
recollection fading fast,
And upon that idle ocean
when the stars become a mist,
and time is chained around our wrist,
every day is a commotion
of the bills we need to pay
and the words we never say.
Yet,
yet when you look for me
I’ll still be standing there on the prow-head
pointing to the shore,
where the slow eternal coral
builds an island in the sun,
where we’ll hear the rivers run
so clearly,
where we’ll hear the rivers run
so clearly.