Later On, in the Languor of the Married
Later on, in the languor of the married,
Each comfortably alone because together,
Sleep lies just offshore, its blanket carried
Towards you like bliss in gentle weather.
Easy hours, moonlit, open pages
Read peacefully, their dissonance suspended,
As a child's cry moves silently through stages,
Now piercing, now remote, but never ended.
Do you, can you know how love has fashioned
Choice and chance as weather shapes the land?
Life reveals few secrets so impassioned
As those which long-term lovers understand.
Revel, then, serenely, as the night
Enfolds the meditative dust of light. |
| Nicholas Gordon |
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