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
Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteMy condolences on your loss.
Many thanks Rachel. It has taken me years to put into words something meaningful.
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ReplyDeleteThat is beautiful....
Thank you.
DeleteSo touching, /.. that echo from a hidden shore to mine .. she is only half a whisper away../ brilliant writing extremely emotive I share your grief xx
ReplyDeleteThank you very much for your appreciation Rose. Thea was a talented person, an artist, singer, musician, poet and linguist; to be in her company was as intoxicating as champagne.
DeleteLovely, Mel. A wonderful tribute to someone you loved. I like what you have said in the last comment too 'to be in her company was as intoxicating as champagne'.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Val. Thea and I were great friends and would spark off each other :)
DeletePoignant indeed.
ReplyDeleteThank you David.
DeleteMy condolences on your loss.
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Thank you Roth
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