Come, Wordsworth

Come, Wordsworth, relieve me of the remaining

Walls that mark resistance, let me commit

Myself to understand the mind I have

And listen to what I feel.

Let not age decrease yet the power to see

And keep flowing to all extremities

The sense of touch and let me not be dead

To soft embrace and eyes that look beneath;

That draw me yet within your love

And hope to melt my stoney heart to yearn

Once more as I did when first we met.

Give me the strength, the memory, the life

To touch and feel and lie down upon the banks

And remember when we were young.

This is the infinity that teems within my brain

As the river teems with rush and flow

Keeps us walking together hand in hand, you and I,

Listening to the beating of our hearts

Separated by our wild mysterious inner lives

But joined forever in a tryst that we

Have known from long ago.

Long grasses brush past our legs

Leaving burrs and bright but tiny orbs of water

The wind gently breathes, the blue sky paints above

An echo in the waters of my mind.

An ocean canvas streaked with the setting sun.

I know who you are and I learn yet to know myself.

In you I sense the motion and the spirit

That impels me towards your heart and rolls

Tenderly towards the end of all things.