Eyes Apart
for J.S.

you came to me in a dream
and all was well
you came through the storm we’ve stirred up
without it touching you, affecting you
you were not wet or vex or windswept
your dress, so well fitting and you,
were fresh and clean, as if new-made
I was living in the motel still, room four
you slipped in through the patio door
out of the blue
no apology or explanation
what has happened
had passed away, was forgotten
you had something for me,
you searched your bag for it
I paid no attention to this,
you were the gift
I was happy to have back
what the devil attempted
to rob us of


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
10:51 a.m. 09/09/07