On this on a scrap of paper
Like a smooth boulder
I am your white May moon
Soon another train will rickety rattle
Tittle tattle on the radio home
I miss too too
You you you, I miss you my white may moon
We walked on sunrise seashores, held hands
Kept warm, touched life at the fingertips
Emotions recharged with energy explosions
I walk alone, against the rain
Elements to touch, to touch together
Pleasure, pleasure in this life
A gift of your unlimited ideals
I too too miss you our white may moon
a poem from the collection Watercombe - Love in Open Moorland, available from itunes by clicking on this link