For until that time it could have been...
There are smiles
And how good an idea was that
Is it the same for golden eagles
Or hawks as they hover over their prey
There are frowns
Must life have a balance
Is it the same for the trees
For the skies filled with rain clouds
The book had a small map
To set out the Channel Islands
In relationship to England and Europe
At the time of the second world war
Just these last twenty-four hours then
To have returned there; purge all sense
Recollect fragmented memories broken up
By falling on bare and stony ground
Slip into sleep, eyes slowly close
Breathe quiet and steady
Artificial lights dimmed
Starlight through half-drawn curtains
Warm skin by my side
Humanity, love, relationship
The power of two, yet tonight no frolicking
Build up our energies for the weekend
Earlier a conversation
About the beauty of books
And a research paper analysis
On the benefits of methadone treatment
In a shared care environment
A thousand and one statistics
Followed by a drifting departure
Away from the publisher's stated aim
Years ago
Not many years ago
Actually
I would have been impatient, disinterested
Too many of my own thoughts
Filled my mind back then
I was caught by the power of frown
I had forgotten how to smile
Overloaded
Yet a walk on the moors
Or steps pensively taken
Into cold salt-water at the seashore
More sensations
Than our senses are able to absorb
Or make sense of
Is that true or is that false
Salted air
Purer air
Soft submissive sand
Rugged frigid rarefied rock
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