My pen stumbled stammered
as you fall from the beckoning
cliff of ill fated friendship.
You showed me how the finest verse
is atonal music and the wisest words
of eternity’s pundits and seers
are but fallen chips of a Michelangelo David.
You taught me that Earth
is a spinning potter's wheel
with hands of wind and rain
that gently shape.
Your eyes, the twin planets of Gemini
drew me forth while I,
a beast of prey,
oozed through the darkness stealthily.
Yet Lady Lemming my love
the jagged rocks below are no better
than the imagined wolves at your feet.
Copyright © James Rasmusson