Wednesday poem - I hear you

This poem is part of a series titled 'Huron Days' I wrote in 1995 during a week's stay at  Pinery Provincial Park, located on the eastern shores of Lake Huron, Ontario, Canada.

I hear you within the

fluid motion of my mind

in moments following me

as a sister shadow

 

your fingers caress

my heartbeat like
a keyboard while
your voice ebbs

in light-waves

 

I close my eyes the way

a net is cast in water

fishing for images that

lie deep in memory

 

and your lips in a puff

bring the moon to

dance upon my eyelids

fomenting a fever

for lost paradises