Before you Go
Before you leave, and turn to go
Perhaps you will consider
That there is more to (this) love
I could deliver?
Then perhaps a different tack
Brings hope of passions new
Let me read you from these pages
A verse, a line – a tale to enthral you!
And so I can regain
Ground lost, through bickered hours
By soft light we’re caressed, while
My voice the story flowers!
So before you take your bow
Pause, and consider still the sound
of my voice, through these pages
while new love, and friendship’s found.
17April2007 – My relationship with Lize was beginning to unravel. I did not know it then, but this was the first step in a long, painful process of disentanglement. She loved me to read to her, and I had found an old edition (1952) of the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. I wrote this poem and hid it between the dusty text and colourful prints. Somehow this copy stayed with me. In hindsight I should have left then – the tumultuous nature of our relationship, the passionate extremes, could not have been good for either of us. Yet we clung to each other, afraid of the darkness.