Who can stand it—
this uncertain bond?
Shall it be
swallowed by
the great blue mouth of sea?
I miss the light of love.
I miss the hand that held it.
I miss the eyes that gaze
with unguarded openness—
the great blue eyes of face.
No sooner was it here
than it was here no more.
Who took it away?
Away into
the great blue line of sky.
You look as sad as me.
Too painful to forgive—
you great blue scar of heart.
Don’t touch me now—
you great blue frozen soul.
Wait. Wait.
The blue will melt,
and melt, and melt.
And then touch, and touch,
and touch again—
you great blue sky of love.
Donna Goddard 