"No man is an island," said John Donne,
Though wishing right now I were on one,
Passing by the fog covered watershed,
Looking Glass Pets within my head.
Cascading thoughts flow down my mind,
Like teardrops in the stream of time,
Each memory bringing me back its true,
To those moments when I held you.
A recollection that reflects
like soft shallow pools of droplets,
Never shed, an emerging form,
the fury of a summer storm.
Though time brings together all things,
White marble mountains, lords, and kings,
What else in the world can I do,
But show just how much I love you?
The place where memories reside,
Is not diminished nor passed aside,
By the measurement of experience,
But by the lack of common sense.
And it is more common than sense,
To keep on with a false pretense,
There is nothing else I can do,
But show just how much I love you.
July, 1996
Reason for writing:
Reflecting on Vancouver Island, where my sweetheart, Jean Louise resides...
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