Jesus Green in Your Absence

Jesus Green in Your Absence

I am foot-steps, hip-rounds, a wind-up toy.

Defined in motion, secluded joy.

Forward-thinking-moving; onwards, spent.

Objects pass by; they make no dent.

Eyes-open, passing, wet to air, 

And air-borne backwards, drying hair.

Where is that joy, aloft, to grip? 

'Tis but a broken tap, drip-drip.

Elusive and frail, at best it might make; 

If only it were, for a child's sake.

But the day is long-gone, afore my mind's eye, 

And half-dreamt I go with it, a flower, to die.

Thick salt rides the curb, my sails the tide - 

And love is a game,

And the only guide.

Forever, I'd wish,

Forever, I'd lie

Down here.