The Years that Divide us Must be Undone

 

The Years that Divide us Must be Undone

 

 

Our season is on us, and welcome she comes,

speaks years that divide us must be undone,

for we do not prosper, but in twilight live,

so unbreak my staff, my books to me give.

From shipwreck hard-shackled below salt brine,

salt lids slow crack open to protest crimes

never yours nor mine, broke yet unbroken,

split lips mutter truths that can never be spoken.

While full fathom five, your love fast does lie,

slumbers years down there, it beats still alive,

bathes in my memories, seeking to thrive,

in yearning looks up towards far heaven's eyes,

probe cloudy fingers through grey opaque waters,

combs fate’s fallen son, you plunged daughter.

Within thickened weed, time’s predators lurk,

corral orbed shoals, who turn wheels of murk,

spin tales of betrayal, doctor yarns of deceit,

skinders prattle of hurt; mastheads of defeat.

This season becomes us, awake love, awake,

stretch far your mind’s touch, my open hand take,

bestir you, bestir, from long untouched depths,

you’ll rise up from entangling seabeds yet,

Prospero’s Tempest blows hard passions strong,

and those years that divide us will be undone.