Coldness creeps in
Through the open door
As light fades
From the once blue sky
His conversation
Easy and eloquent
A tale of a life
Passed staggeringly by
Window’s on to poppies
Girl in a printed dress
Art that takes over
Caressed as we fly
It's true I could scream
To be there again
Back into the last
Christmas that I cried
Out on the cold moor
A derelict landing strip
Sat so clearly alone
Old ideas slung out to dry