Come sit with me and let our minds drift
across a surface of polished water glass
Look deep beneath to see what arrives
Perhaps a memory of times past,
An old yearning sweetly perfumed
As fresh as ever scintillates excites.
I sense your hand on my arm
Warm and gentle your touch
As we walked a harbour side
It grieved me then knowing
That your dying was soon to be
On a date unknown to us both.
Today as I sit alone and not alone
I hear ripples of laughter,
her voice in deep bluesy songs
That echo from a hidden shore to mine
She is only half a whisper away
so very very close yet I cannot see…..
© MRL 17-02- 2016