Songs From Across The Oceans Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The little places of our hearts' cathedrals
Kept lit by the show and tell
Of the faith of
Bon-fires—
My wife hums songs from across the
Oceans,
And the words dissolve into theatres
Of metamorphosis—
I know who you are, strange girl of
My Hollywood,
Silhouette still shining from the fireworks
That keep going off in the places
We've both abandoned—
And there is not one sea horse
Big enough to carry the both of
Us,
But we can make a carousel out of the
Lies am telling,
And go around and around singing
To the children of the lovers
We once left behind.