A little sad reflection
Fifteen years ago this day
In the land of Mr Pye
Building castles in the sand
The horse drawn carriage beckoned
Children’s bonnets and the sun cream for protection
Protection needed you had reckoned
On this island free, free to begin, to begin to dream
We wandered up towards the headland station
We gazed the azure blue over to France
This was our first vacation
A consolidation of subterfuge romance
Laying in the meadow dozing
Clumps of Jasmine beneath the peregrine by chance
Laying on the meadow headland dozing
Taking photos of sparrows doing their ‘flutter dance’
We’d travelled on the hydro foil of Condor
Sat on the deck in Channel Island sunshine
The light of lightness being longer
Holding hands in some pave crazed expectation line
We had the corner table
The restaurant was first class
The girls glowed at the attention
And you glowed at their sass
We played some games a little later
Scrabble, and cards; was it Twist or was it Fish
Oh so happy, even before our consummation
We were feeling, feeling lovingly rich
And when we had returned
The photographs cannot lie
I was caught adrift and snoozing
You as ever, were camera, camera shy
Now it’s another May Day holiday
An island by the name of Kos
No longer at one together; here tonight without you
Remembering what, oh what on earth it is we’ve lost
