Auckland, New Zealand
In heart the move goes on; & all visions
spear shocks & tremblings.
Eyes seem to live in love,
Once caught, are two hearts bound?
The light is moving past, &
but then you have wished it so;
Not claiming your heart among
eyes & lips & hands,
Sun & word & wave.
But in heart the move goes on;
a day & some small talk
have released these trembling words;
they spring strong from me to the world
& other people see it.
Catching eyes is less love & more sight
& love itself seems to like me; light
traces patterns on my hair & the page.
is a wave
crashing eternally to the shore;
dying every second.
Eyes & lips & hands are the heart.