We have gone out in boats upon the sea at night, <br />lost, and the vast waters close traps of fear about us. <br />The boats are driven apart, and we are alone at last <br />under the incalculable sky, listless, diseased with stars. <br /> <br />Let the oars be idle, my love, and forget at this time <br />our love like a knife between us <br />defining the boundaries that we can never cross <br />nor destroy as we drift into the heart of our dream, <br />cutting the silence, slyly, the bitter rain in our mouths <br />and the dark wound closed in behind us. <br /> <br />Forget depth-bombs, death and promises we made, <br />gardens laid waste, and, over the wastelands westward, <br />the rooms where we had come together bombd. <br /> <br />But even as we leave, your love turns back. I feel <br />your absence like the ringing of bells silenced. And salt <br />over your eyes and the scales of salt between us. Now, <br />you pass with ease into the destructive world. <br />There is a dry crash of cement. The light fails, <br />falls into the ruins of cities upon the distant shore <br />and within the indestructible night I am alone.<br /><br />Robert Duncan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/passage-over-water/
