The Tryst That Never Was Poem by RIC BASTASA

you hold the map to my feelings
i put there the markers of my joys

some lines lead to an island
where desire thrives like a flower

there is enough rain and air
love breathes and lust sprouts

we agree on a date
when the moon wanes to give us

the fertility of the darkest night
to give birth to a hundred stars

i waited for the last cycle of the sun
the heat scorches me and when you arrive

on the day of the tryst agreed by our hearts
you will find the dust of my feet the sighs of my songs

the imagination of the flowing river
and the grassy bed, fragile light, firefly flame

these matters of the heart
they all go away like the flicker of the mind

the tryst that never was
that faint flint fledgling foam on the night water

what was it? where did it go?
how shall i ever know?