It must be so
With
changeling eyes we see another
LoveOr
Love's true face perhaps
No smirking, chubby child
With misplaced pigeon's wings and dimpled palms
More like a
lion, all of gold I think
All of dusty gold with amber eyesWho waits concealed, in endless seas of grass
Where
we wander pathless, you and I
Knowing the certainty of the silent rush
The swift stroke of
suddenly taloned paw But never where or when
A cruel fate you will say?
But see my darling where the lion hunts
The prey grow birdlike
Drawn in one quick lineWith head poised so, and slender feet alight
Readied for
leaps more wonderful than flightSee them where the lion does not hunt
See the gross flank and heavy jaw
Mud manacled, jewelled with fliesCeaselessly chewing
an endless cud of daysLet it not be so for us
Rather the leap against the sky that fails
Meeting at last our Love, our lion
Dusty gold beneath the sun and beautiful
Our love, our lord, the
beastThat pulls us down