In-Betweens

You are here And I am there And we two meet In some odd place In-between We share our verses Tender litanies Lovers lockets Dangled from a silver thread I give you all the diamonds of a half-remembered dream You give me flowers Still fragrant from a meadow turned to dust And kiss the incorporal air With an assurance borne of time Your face is like the mermaid Half-myth, half-truth Till suddenly you are gone Disappearing in the ocean ‘Neath the waves That wash the sand And I once more Stand alone And aloof And listen. (Previously published in Rustlings of the Wind, Whereness Issue, Sept.2000)