They Never Met
They never met, they never kissed,
They never viewed the moon together
Perched on ivied walls in forest mist.
They never met, they never gasped,
As stars took shape in velvet night,
To see the sun gulped slow by sea
And, dragon-like, with claws of red,
Emerge again at dawn to warm their breasts.
And so they lived and so they died,
Never meeting, you and I.
If you have any thoughts about this poem, Clive Donovan would
be pleased to hear them