Sanctuary

If I had time to think

I think

That you and you

Would loom immensely

At this dream;

This wrecked and wracked wrong-headed,

Foot-sliding, step-staggering brink;

 

This theme.

 

If I had time, and time

Took time for me,

I'd turn back twenty years

Of pain and doubt,

Undoubtedly;

And make my major moves

Before the long regret

In deep and tardy shifts

Left love, each one, one by one

In limbo - stranded yet.

 

And if I had you still, despite

My instability

Who loved me, as you love only;

Intense and bent to still my battered sanctuary;

At greener hills beyond my brink,

 

Then...would I lose you still,

When life's inept insanity

Tugged at my coat

And bid me - drink?

 

David Lewis Paget

 

Reviews

[Marie]

We never know what might have happened. I imagine that the many people who read this poem and did not comment simply did not know what to say, as I barely do.

[Emily B]

I can't imagine why so many would stop and read and not leave a word here. Maybe it is the silence of those who know of which you speak and have no words to offer . . .