Rubaiyat

What is that rather dusty quote

Re: what the moving finger wrote?

I think it says that time moves on,

that we cannot unsing our song

so all the things we had to say

live archived in dead yesterday.

There was a door to which I found no key

There was a veil past which I could not see

Some little talk awhile of you and me

but then our drop of water joined the sea.

Beside me in the wilderness

you arched your back at my caress

yet moved a finger of your own

to write a note which sent me home.

Perhaps to you it wasn’t weird?

A fly appeared then disappeared.

I’m paraphrasing sad old Omar’s sighs.

“A flower blooms just once before it dies.”

The cries resounding on this wailing wall?

These are but fairytales. Forget them all.

This one’s half Rubaiyat and half a song

my moving finger wrote and then moved on.