The Lost Hours Poem by Black Mendilouche

I can no more turn my thoughts from you than ban the ebbing tide from flow,
I understand the course you're on and whence the cause which bids you go.
The loving son of mother loved, wends to her side in time of strife,
My admiration in full flood despite this hiccough in my life.
Had we but world enough and time, I would not weep for you nor pine.
But putting others foremost now must needs come first until somehow
We find a setting for our tryst and lie entwined in loving bliss.

(May 2009)