LYING IN WAIT
Your eyes are dimmed, their pretty blue’s
clouded, pleading not to be hurt again.
I’m desperate to help, don’t know how, can’t find
the words, can’t hug you better, stroke you
as I could a cat. Not easy for me either, then.
Out there, the birds’ happy commotion
suggest spring’s stirring; too early yet, I tell them,
it’s only the false dawn of Valentine’s,
the one day when I may write sweet nothings
under the cloak of anonymity. Let this then be
my pretext, and I’ll pretend I never wrote them.
But as you read, please let your eyes smile just a little
Your sights are set elsewhere.
You smile on cue, assent,
as though you understood;
a sleepwalker on pilot.
You’re pretty good at this.
Can’t fool me, though,
with your glazed eyes and your fixed smile,
But if I gently stirred and whispered,
We ‘re here and now, not there
where you are, would you wake?
Tell you what: meet me
when the stars brim and the moon’s
a golden crescent on the hill’s
dusky shoulder. Tell you what: I’ll lie
in wait for you, dear distant dreamer;
and I’ll wait for you.
Copyright © Eddie Wainwright 2005
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Light In The Window by Peter Griffin