Nothing at all to tell you; I cannot find
Any speech in any country of the mind
Which might inform you whither I have fled.
In saying ” I love you ” I have gone so far
Away from you, into so strange a land;
You may not find me, may not understand
How I am exiled, driven to a star
Till now deserted. Here I stand about,
Eat, sleep, bewail, feel lonely and explore,
Remember how I loved the world, before,
Tremble in case that memory lets me out.
Islanded here, I wait for you to come
Waiting the day that exiles you to home.
Valentine Ackland (Love speaks its name)