The Bhosphorous Poem by Kevin Patrick Brown

I woke to the sound of a ship slicing the waters,
the sun not yet strong enough to light the room.
I looked at you resting in peace, the sleep of
the innocent, and suddenly the light touched your hair.

What had gone before, and what would come
after, was as clear to me as the wake of the ship
coming up the channel. The waves would caress each
side, and reflect again and again, their energy never spent.

We would become as the sea itself, as the tides,
as the waves: our Love would know the wild winter
days of storms, as well as the placid calms of summer.
I gazed out over the timeless channel and again at you.

Were we not as the two sides of this ancient city, two
cultures and times come to mesh and combine in the
ways that are best, could we but last as long as the city had?
Oh yes, we will straddle the void, and join for eternity.

I leaned over as the ship's incessant beat mirrored the
movements in my heart, and as my lips brushed your hair,
I knew of all the things that the two worlds outside would tell,
and so I lay back again, with contentment in my heart.