Today I Will Think of Love

Today I will Think of love, Speak of love As I have not Spoken before- A time in the park Just west of the Village, As we often did On a Sunday afternoon, Talked balance With the jugglers, Breath with The balloon clown Exhaling you a white poodle- Sang in my best Lyric voice An Old Italian Favorite Vibrantly With a bright striped mandolin And a Wine-faced maestro Pressing ethnic sunshine From the gray New York Air- Remember the Organ Grinder And his monkey With outstretched hand And expectant eyes? We were not ashamed To ask of each other Anything, And to give Until our palms were empty And our heart- I say one Shared- An omnipotent Helium of joy! So much so It's been twenty years Since I dared Go back, Think of you this way Vivid in my mind- I dreamt of you once- And grabbed and held You As if all the earth Depended on my grip And the staying Power of my love- The angel scolded Me, Shouting, "You must let go! You must let go!" I hated that angel At the moment, And hated All of Heaven And probably would have embraced hell Had you Not faded from my arms- Though I know He wept with me, Even He Unable to lift Such deeply felt Sorrow- Tomorrow I will be new again- Productive And cheerful; Not allow myself To really think Really feel- For life sometimes Must simply go on Without life… And Death A living compromise of faceless lovers…