You say: “I love you”,
by Tony Jolley
And you do:
To the uttermost limits of yourself and of all eternities.
I say: “You are my world”,
And you are:
There is no horizon for me beyond you.
We say: “We are one”,
And we are:
Rossetti’s children, we neither have use for ‘I’ or ‘mine’
You say: “Distance has no dominion over us”,
And it hasn’t:
We remain 600 miles close.
I say: “You never leave me”,
And you don’t:
Your heavenly hands stay ever about my spirit.
We say we are: “Home… and home for all time”
And we are:
Safe, secure, content, in our one-up-one-down-with-a-sea-view.
Yet today …..
I could not touch your cheek – not even to make a fleeting moment of memory;
You could not share the deepening orisons of my eyes;
We were not free to be one for anyone;
I could not catch a plane to you – not even with ticket and passport in pocket;
You could not find my fingers upon your silent, lonely frets;
We were both ‘a la maison’, yet we neither were ‘home’.
We both knew that had we heard ‘anything’ had happened to the other
We would have moved all heavens and every Earth without a thought
To be where we know we must be.
Then why, Oh why, My Love, does ‘nothing’ keep us from ‘we’?