-------------------- <br />I resurrected some old Catholic joke. <br />She laughed hard as tablets; stoned, morals broke. <br />We spoke politics: the Bar Party's best; <br />half page of sense; internet the rest. <br />Then in our speech, slinked some sultry theme <br />so hissing that steam whistled in my dream. <br />Market exchange-out and out- call it. <br />I checked her out. She out-sourced my wallet. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />I couldn't tell how lonely I'd become, <br />I listened for the sound my tread would send, <br />I talked in rooms, the rooms that should be home: <br />and heard echo, echo, only special friend. <br /> <br />Then going out and sitting by the sea, <br />upon a bench, and rained on by the light, <br />a girl sat down beside me-yes by me! - <br />a voice surged water sounds, and ocean eyes for sight. <br />and there was drift and current in this voice, <br />her gentle face outshone a sea of sky <br />She took my hand, so dead, but to her choice, <br /> and echo, echo still you gave reply. <br /> <br /> like waves, the girl retreated far away <br />and in myself, that echo..still my friend, <br />was all in all-not much settles down to stay <br />but like the waters never find an end. <br /> <br />My arms then reached to heavens as for help, <br />and they bcame new branches, summer green <br />and tears stream down to roots, some boot-clung kelp..... <br />and I, arbutus- shoreline's, stubborn scene. <br /> <br />The leashless sweep of sky and sea forever <br />the vast blue air mooring into vast blue quays <br />blurred, seamless leap of love both share together. <br />They seem immortal. I am one of these.<br /><br />Glenn Bagshaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bar-ter-system/
