File the letter for love

File the letter

Put it in your heart

Stamp the break

The night is long

Put in a folder

With all the memories

Seal the box

The bits of paper

Crumpled with

lost lovers and friends

Discard on the ground

The dusty carpet

Bits of thread

From old forgotten coats

Live only in your dreams

The pinging and bleeping

From the screen

Faces barely remembered

Now pixellated persons

New faces more faces

Little connections

A touch here and there

As you hand over a form

Hand on shoulder

Late night grasping

Look in the faces

Of the ones you love

And feel you should

Be somewhere else

On a world stage

Halls filled, faces up

Rapturous to hear

The words pour from your mouth

There is a reason you are here!

You cry

There is a reason we are here!

They echo

We are here to succeed!

Why?

To show the world!

What?

That we can be the best!

For whom?

For each other!

Why each other?

For hate for envy for glory

We cry!

For what?

And for love!

That’s all there is

We are here for love

And families

Amble down streets

Shut out the world

In winter coats and buggies

For love!

And we shout each other down

For love!

And we steal to give

For love!

And we take sincerely

For love!

And when we’re young

Look up to old oak trees

They will always be there

And then forget the oak trees

And then remember the oak trees

And then see the oak tree has fallen

Some sit frozen on the ground

Some mourn the oak tree

Some grasp at leaves

To make something different

A few will plant anew

And then it begins again

But for now the rooms

Carpeted

Stripped bare

The piles of paper

The reels of film

thousands of images

going and going

flickering

information

informing us

and going

and going

pairs of shoes or

encyclopaedias

will make the finest

cushions for old age

and meanwhile

the earth is dredged

and water drips off toes

and we stand shouting in halls

or crouched in small spaces

eyes closed ears closed

heart closed hands clasped

arms wide open embracing

the elation the rush

and then the dull thud

as the tree falls again

and again

in forests throughout the world.

Why?

For love!

And where are we now

And where were you then?