Issue 89, Fall 1983
For a while I shall still be leaving.
Looking back at you as you slip away
Into the magic islands of the mind.
But for a while now all alive, believing
That in a single poignant hour
We did say all that we could ever say
In a great flowing out of radiant power.
It was like seeing and then going blind.
After a while we shall be cut in two
Between real islands where you live
And a far shore where I’ll no longer keep
The haunting image of your eyes, and you.
As pupils widen, widen to deep black
And I able neither to love or grieve
Between fulfillment and heartbreak.
The time will come when I can go to sleep.
But for a while still, centered at last.
Contemplate a brief amazing union.
Then watch you leave and then let you go.
I must not go back to the murderous past
Nor force a passage through to some safe landing.
But float upon this moment of communion
Entranced, astonished by pure understanding—
Passionate love dissolved like summer snow.