..What You Want From Me, To Please You Finally Poem by RIC BASTASA

i say, i have learned
the trick
of living, in order to live
one must keep on moving

one place to another, one forgetting
another forgetting,
and more shall come for remembering

all the bluebirds are here
on the tree that we have chosen
in another place like this
they become more beautiful
their songs more pleasing

the rock on the cliff faces
the sea of storms
it is not the same from where
we stood, or once sat on top
of its head

the boats sail at a distance
seagulls hover upon a school of fish
the sea is silky
and the sun is a woman with a golden
hair spread across the shores

let me hold your hand, please,
do not fear me, i assure you,
in a moment, i soon, shall leave.