Mocking bird

I’ll think of you
in the English summer,
I’ll think of you
in the English rain;
if I can’t talk to you
for just one minute
I’ll write a thousand letters every day;

If you return to the life
that holds you down
and keeps you caged
you will always be my mocking-bird
and I will feed you
till you sing again.

Through playtime and philosophy
books unread,
films unseen;
two steps forward
sideways, back;
we shared like lovers
in the dark;

is the horizon slowly sinking
under the wait
of the distance still to go?;
like a million lovers
long before us;
the heart says “Yes”,
the head says “No”

© D. Archer February 2012