Sunset from Val di Funes, South Tyrol, Italy

           When The Time Comes

  

             When I have ceased to watch the sun 

             go down and roll on the spine of the world, 

             plunge into the heap of our once passionate hours; 

 

             when you have no more silent tears to shed, 

             no more sere remembrances to cherish, 

             no more private regrets to let die;  

 

             when the time comes 

             for you to open wide 

             your sea-born eyes— 

 

             you’ll see me run atop the loftiest giants, 

             on towering cumulonimbuses adrift in the blue 

             swollen with our long-exhausted dreams. 

 

             Up there I’ll be running alone forever, 

             no longer on dusty roads crowded with moody ghosts 

             nor in the assuaging solitude the rain is used to engendering. 

 

             No longer in the wake of infeasible desires. 

             Simply running on high nonstop far and wide. 

             Above your present but under your future eyes.

 

             When the time comes— 

             I’ll be eternally unseizable, 

             I’ll be fast and graceful. 

 

             At last an absolute runner.

 

 

 

               First published in Focus (UK)