Untitled (You came and turned the leaves…)

You came and turned the leaves of my mind
Backward till I could recall
How many times I had loved before
Foolishly, vainly.

The smooth surface of my life became
Angry waters tossing
The boat of my desire wildly - 
Like the Channel-crossing.

And you above the storm
Poised as calm
As the turbulent world
In God's palm.

Beautiful as truth - 
Anna contra mundi
Won upon a Wednesday
Lost upon a Sunday - 
Patrick contra mundi.