On a beer-mat ( for Christian…best, Cyrano)

[tectak]

I built a wall to keep the inside in;
it was not high enough to stop my love.
Bits of me kept clambering to the top
and in thin air, fell silently to ground.
I heard you built your wall ten lifetimes high
where every day was where I used to sleep;
dreams I had were curled up on the roof
so only those who flew above…saw me.
 
I built a wall to keep the outside out,
higher than I needed it to be.
I never heard you  knocking on my door
or saw you begging to be here with me.
I didn’t think ten lifetimes would outlast
the endless, deep-sleep nights of guilt and pride.
You win, I know now you can’t fly,
so I can hide up here and dream…or die.
 
 tectak
1972