Retreat
(2004)
I want to retreat
to your simple escape
and not wait to
hide myself there,
to fix my feet somewhere
on or above the ground
(and leave without a sound.)
And oh, I can pretend,
and I can easily defend
my position;
"I want to taste the air"
"I want to see the view"
(Which I know, shall be
almost as stunning as you.)
Perhaps you,
the eyes I see
and the retreat, that too,
are set to humour.
Are simply apparitions
bound on trickery.
(You see, distances delude me.)
Though, could it be
simple to move along,
over these shadows to you
and leave my worry behind
for someone else here?
You linger in my mind
(but the miles turn into years.)