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henrydavidlau
Henry David Lau
United Kingdom, Manchester

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The Lieutenant's Wife and the Sea of Time

Please don't fail me now


Love drops beats


To the sound of a conundrum


Imprisoning time like a metronome


On the corrugated iron roof


Of my wanting mouth


I remember when I was still young and poor


And pissed unashamedly


Into pure white snow of innocence


Now I fear the dark


For I've seen the sickness


That resides deep in this hapless heart


Only in sweet reverie and moth-eaten memories


Do you still exist in this world


Temporary residence with pendulum doors


Teases me, feeds me


Stolen glances caressed in my mind's eye


It all seems like a century ago


And yesterday


When I was at war and you were at home


Waiting


How I wish I could wrap my tongue


Around the words you let fall from your mouth


That late Spring from our open-top motorcar


Don't fail me now


Don't let me forget


Aging hands, furrowed brow


Savour them, treasure them, lock them up


Postcards, love-letters,


Past and present


Old wedding invitations and birthday cards


Dates I've not yet once forgotten


Lie under this creaky weathered bed


Wrapped up in ribbon and string


Time-worn yellowed papers with faded ink


Deep in slumber in a cigar box from 1946


Recollection doesn't come so easily anymore


But don't fail me now


Cataracts blurs my vision


And I don't mind


For every single letter in every word


In your perfectly formed script


Remains undisturbed behind these fading eyes


My limbs misconstrue the orders that I give


My frail body has turned against me now


And of this I can accept


But the rebellious sedition that attempts to seize


All that I hold dearest, I can never forgive


I pray dear Lord, I beg you please


Let me hang on to these last few precious memories


Don't fail me now


Don't'¦.


Fail'¦'¦.


Me'¦.....


Now where am I?


What's in this box?


Who's this smiling young chap


In these faded black and white photographs?


Nurse, where am I?


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Comment by: - 2006-05-16 15:04
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This is quite an amazing poem that should be read a couple of times. Well done.
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