For Suzanne

The water runs beneath the bridge, so
Heraclitus must be right, but, staring,
Here, upon a boat, at flashing sunlight
On the waves, and being next to you
Again, so strangely, sadly, weak and
Older (is it true I haven't changed?),
The time appears not to have passed,
And you are who I've always wanted,
Not exactly as you were, but with
The laugh and magnet eyes I knew
When all that water Heraclitus claimed
Was doomed to pass, had flowed
Beneath that rusty bridge, and I,
So foolish in my youth, had ridden
It away.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-05-18 at 00:42

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