Ruminations On Eternal Love Poem by Geraldine Moorkens Byrne

Renaissance and Restoration,
diffuse threads in that fraying coat, Time;
twisted, knotted, intertwined,
mine own heart and thine.
Floating walnut shells in streams
of conscious thoughts,
ideas swimming salmon-like. Upstream.
a dream in taffeta and cream,
literally, a scream. Lace
and face-saving flutters,
ivory and bone to
wave, semaphoric love, a wink and nod.
Uttering the unthinkable, in profane temples,
scepters, crowns and bedpans,
dismay and intervention.
We get on like parliament and crown.
Down by the quayside,
mine is still a wanted face; can you place
me, in that languid wandering eye?
Oh, that you and I could die.