Will love hold, tight-roped between tears
Certain of storm, not wanting loss
Howling to horizon’s abyss, heaving from despair?
Will love hold, memoried to casual harbours—
And we were happy for a while, and forgot
Tomorrow coming, and coordinates we couldn’t
share?
Will love hold, when all is broken
And merciful tides of amnesia
cradle us till we wake?
(c) John Robert Lee 2013
Photo (c) Vladimir Lucien - 'Boats at Moruga, Trinidad'
