How can we be sure of anything
the tide changes.
The wind that made the grain wave gently yesterday
blows down the trees tomorrow.
And the sea sends sailors crashing on the rocks,
as easily as it guides them safely home.
I love the sea
but it doesnt make me less afraid of it
I love you
but I'm not always sure of what you are
and how you feel.
-Listen to the Warm;Rod McKuen
I have loved you
in so many ways
in crowds or all alone.
When you were sleeping beside me.
When you were away
and I imagined others watching you in the
street
or worse-you in other people's arms.
I have seen the march of beach birds and loved
you.
I have lent myself to summer sun and loved
you.
And seeing naked trees
and raising my collar to the wind
and counting minutes till chartered hourse
were there
I have loved you.
And the questions never asked.
The answers learned at love's expense.
I've promised myself.
I will not ask where you have been tonight
I'll only say hello
and hope.
-Listen to the Warm; Rod McKuen
Only a day away
the loneliness is unbearable.
How will it be if you are a year gone?
What will happen
if I am not to know again
your warm arms
your shoulder next to my face at night
the quiet talk over strong coffee
the chase along the toll beach
and oh God
so many things.
I am afraid of being alone now
it happens ever time you close the door
or go into the next room
away from me.
I am like a child again
I can't be left alone.
Hurry.
-Listen to the Warm; Rod McKuen
