I Saw You

So still

I saw you

sleeping,

in the early morning,

sunlight playing

around your lips,

parted —

Smiling.

memories of sleep

in your eyes,

visible.

Thoughts of yesterday

through a half-formed tear:

echoes of last words,

shadows of lost hopes,

perfumes,

acrid,

mingling.

Reaching down,

touching you —

needing you —

loving you.

my tears

falling

into the darkness.

Realisation comes —

you are not sleeping.

From Flight of a Bee

Gazebo Books (PTY) Ltd., Rhodesia

© Colin Gordon-Farleigh 1978