To the Raging sea, Calmed by the Levee, From the Girl in the Window

Were I now to see you again, your arms would not be the place I would run to.

As much as it hurts to say, it is the truth.

Anger, Love, Longing,

like I have felt for so long

Strong emotions I knew daily during our time together,

Would not be risen in me now by the sight of you.

Some years ago, were I asked, my answer would be wholly different.

Were I to have seen you then,

Crying, Screaming, a hasty Embrace,

much like the last we shared

Would be easy to find, easy to bring forth, easy to act on.

Maybe, had I seen you again then, all could be forgiven.

Now I find myself different, my eyes opened by other events.

Opened by others, with

Love, Caring, a meticulated Embrace,

calculated but not coldly

Brought forth freely, with no obligations, no restrictions.

Which is how I write now.

Were we to meet again now, you arms would not be the place I would run to.

Though in truth I still long to,

Love, Passion, Commitment,

on both sides

Would surely stay my hands, and my lips.

If we are to see each other again, I must ask you, Keep walking.

If not for my sake, then yours.

Author's Note

I am considering writing a companion poem, from the other side, the viewpoint of "The raging sea". Any ides on that? Also this was written while listening to "Sisters! Brothers! Small boats on fire!" by Silver Mt. Zion, and while looking at "The Girl in the Window" by Salvador Dali. It's good stuff.