For The Woman I Have Loved.... Poem by Eric Cockrell

let it not be so
that each star that falls,
must be named...
nor each tree that is cut,
without conscious knowledge.
let us not try to confine the wind,
nor to define freedom in an unspoken sky.
let us not seek to erase the darkness,
nor to infringe on the language of whales.
let it not be ordained that we are gods,
when the words we speak are empty.
and most of all, let not love wear a face,
any face that is not yours.
if this be eternity i choose to sleep,
with the precious scent of your nearness!