Infrequently the heart mingles: <br />Pulsates like a basin giving off code: <br />Here her eyes mix with something <br />Obscured: <br />Down beneath the fractured surface, <br />There could be a precious hope, <br />But to disturb the water would <br />Set her to flight: <br />Imbibing, she is calmed, and remembers <br />Days when the sun slid in the grass: <br />Her family’s caravanning <br />As they entertained the known world, <br />The pinwheel of lights juxtaposed <br />Against the steadfast ether- <br />The places where laughter existed for awhile, but <br />You cannot capture her here, <br />For this is an amphitheatre to come and observe, <br />Where the philosophies of beauty rest on stones <br />And if you set one finger on her sensitivities, <br />She will leap away and never again be seen: <br />She will disappear in the storm <br />of the world awakening, <br />And become the fiction on the tongue, <br />Debased: she will flight from bed to bed, <br />Unrecurring to every man: <br />If you touch her now, as is your wish: <br />To sink beneath the bucket’s gentle glimmer, <br />In hopes of grasping the permanent dream, <br />She will disappear <br />And you will have destroyed <br />What you came for.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-permanent-dream/
