Even When You Aren'T There Poem by John Rolland

Even when you are not there
Your eyes open the impossible,
As dense books of pleasure
On beaches of seething summer.

Even when you are not there
Your hands caress the present
As an innocent black cat
Surprised by the indecency of the sun.

Even when you are not there
Your dreams flow as pure streams
Of a story which re-knows the ocean
And the freedom of its schooners without fruits.

Even when you are not there
Your love stares at the passers-by
And the possible experience of clouds

Even when you are not there, you are with me,
As an unknown and brilliant pearl
Even when you are not there, you are near me,
as an unknown and wiseful pearl.