Where does it originate, this image
of a carrier across a threshhold
so deeply rooted in my mind?
It cannot be Clark Gable
holding Vivian Leigh
between his well trained bizeps
while proudly shaking sideways
his oily blackish fringe
in front of orange skies?
Who layed the ground for you
you revelation of a man
who did just that:
carry me across the great divide
between the then and now?
Only a revelation of a man could do that
only an image of the deepest longing
can embrace this fact
only a manifestation of a higher beauty
can grasp the fleeting space and moment
where whithin meets without
life is perpetuated
old pain assigned to days gone by
old habits melted into joyous glow
You chose your time slot well
those tiny hours
already gone with the wind
you are
- only a smile can travel fast enough
to follow in your trail
