The Guardian

Tell me what 

when of why 

should streams burn or dry to ruin 

or should this matter at all 

I came by words whenever asked my return 

Ours another life and still I would die

if only you should ask your memory 

These worlds

yours to choose and temper by love’s temper 

that which never failed to fail 

but risen wherever freed by freedom’s thought 

Your hands reached out as hands which needed

as if in trying stars entangled 

Then in my darkness when day 

your first thoughts came upon me 

I came not as your guardian 

nor as your harvest 

nor as a witness to time’s quiet field 

But once allowed both 

the memory and love became our only avalanche 

a time when life pursued where

the shade of guardians love left behind

Reviews

[Amy R]

This poem shows in a way what it means to be connected, how love changes who we are, and how time always moves forward. It suggests that love and memories can be a safe place but also cause problems.
-Amy

[Perdition]

Many lives exist in the quantum field, and time is always going to be a relative term, so yes, and no. I don't know about time always moving forward. In my experience, time is a concept and serves as a realm that is always a question and evolving with our perceptions, but it is one I may just have to consider again. Either way, it's wonderful to see you again, Amy, and thank you for your thoughtful as well as wonderful review!!

[Amy R]

You're welcome,