No Easy Answers

I heard an owl this morning

just before dawn,

and I thought of you,

all these decades gone:

waking to the doves' gentle coo,

me amazed at waking next to you,

with your dark blackbird heart,

so lovely in my eyes,

soaring / captive Brother eagle,

both longing for

and fearful of

the skies.

Your beauty and your pain

held my heart fast,

fire and rain, I thought would 

for forever last,

a fire of passion

felt for no one other,

a rain of tears

when you could not tell me: "Stay,"

and so I 

slowly turned

and walked away.

"No easy answers,"

was what you always said,

with your so-easy smile,

and those compelling eyes.

There was an easy answer,

but you could not say the words.

You could not choose just one sparrow,

with the sky so full of birds.

We set the doves free when I left.

Blackbird was playing on the stereo.

I loved you then,

and love you still,

though you may 

never know.

I have remained, this lifetime,

a solitary dove.

The answer was, 

Brother Dreamer,

then and always,

only ever Love.

an old one from 2013 some of you will have seen before, to be shared with the Poetry Pantry at Poets United Sunday morning. Do come and join us.