I <br /> <br />Oh willow like a bird so fair <br />Your hair abloom ignites the air <br />Oh oak so solid stately strong <br />With only pathos for your song <br /> <br />And yet below the ground <br />Their fingers meet <br />Their arteries are one heartbeat <br />Their breathing but a single sound <br /> <br /> II <br /> <br />Redeem the tide that draws us all <br />Our quest for touch is not so small… <br />Yet as pebbles on a beach <br />Our eyes are strung <br />On strings our hearts can barely reach… <br /> <br />Naked prawns upon a bed <br />Each searching for a meaning… <br />In Passion’s lonely head <br />Fear’s screaming <br />“Love is dead! ” <br /> <br /> III <br /> <br />Now love is lust in the wind <br />To the branch of a tree it give in <br />A neck in a noose <br />The horse is a friend <br />'Till slap of hand it seduce <br /> <br />Now maybe you say <br />'Life is short <br />Why not a toss in the hay' <br />But battles not fought <br />Are dreams for another day…<br /><br />Robert Leary<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-road-to-erato/
