A Sestina For Her

I felt the trance of onrushing years
Fell choking at steps of city buildings
Scraping the sky nonchalantly, gripping clouds
As the focus of my bemusement held
The crowd’s attention I was quite at
A loss, the stagnation complete, close to tears.

I held back the impulse and stopped the tears
Whilst wondering how the waves of years
Ever stopped my own weeping, and at
The extremes of trying to scale buildings
In wild-eyed wonder at architectural feats held
Within giants of concrete and glass up in the clouds.

As the thought stumbled away to its mother, clouds
Of emotion softened the blackness of night, tears
Running from my eyes like geishers, held
In fixation upon my biggest revelation in
That very wish to be younger like these new buildings
Was so that I could not see where I was at.

And subconsciously I ran from all who saw me at
Shopping malls, in pubs and parks, clouds
Of depression trailing after me, the buildings
My only solace, the night tainted with tears,
The hollow moon sailing with me through the years
And in my fixation I was perennially held.

Until one day you melted my sadness, held
Me by the hand nonchalantly at
Ease, with no hint of age in your years
Only ancient feminine knowing blowing clouds
From a mind that had previously known tears
Only, and a fixation upon impermanent buildings.

And now we sit, gazing from restaurant buildings
Upon the beauty this city has held
For centuries, no need for any tears
Anymore, gazing upon each other, arrived at
Zeniths in our worlds, clouds
Unstitched from the tapestry through the years.

And as years roll nonchalantly by
I feel the grip of beauty
In the architecture of your face.