Intangible Apparition

You have gone
Gone a little further
A little more is lost
Each time I visit
But it is not torture
More it is revelation
A celebration
Although now I celebrate

With thoughts
With words
By reaching into
Those deeper emotions
Of love
Of compassion
Of fear
Of hope

I have lost you
Yet I hang on
I hang on
Resolutely
To life
To living
To memories
To those magical peak experience moments

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Pressure Off

I am fond of doing nothing
It comes to me with ease
There is nothing better than doing nothing
Except that is the temptation of you to tease

So smile for me this morning
And smile again
As you hand me your Italian scarf
Yes smile as you step in with your calf

I am fond of doing nothing
Or doing exactly as we please
There is nothing better than doing nothing
Other than finding bedlinen to crease

So sneeze for me this evening
And sneeze again
As you hand me your Sicilian overcoat
Sneeze as you unbutton your once mountain goat

I am fond of doing nothing
Or feeling the presence of lust’s disdain
There is nothing better than doing nothing
Besides finding emotions to reign

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Metered

I paid to park all day
But you
You were nowhere to be found

I walked East
And West
Past all the old places
And some rather new
I looked among
The countless faces
But you
You were not around

I walked North
And South
Into those secluded alleyways
Of oh so so long ago
I remembered something
Yes I thought of traces
But you
You had gone to ground

I paid to park all day
But
I won’t do that tomorrow

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Do Not Disturb

Instead I am going
To take photographs in the chapel
In the wondrous morning light
Before anyone else arrives

I still haven’t remembered my watch
But I feel like a spring lamb
I am fully energised

Another rule broken
There was someone in the chapel
So I had to join the monks for breakfast
Complete with my shoulder bag

Then to my first lovely-jubbly of the day
Courtesy of the waitress
In the cafeteria

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He Remembered

All of which leaves me undecided
Unable to hatch a plan
With joy I was once provided
With the semaphore and the scan

I went forwards
Quite a way
Then I stopped and reversed
To let another pass

All that I can see
Is straight in front of me
Sang Robert, also wrote Maxim
And heaven knows who else

I had in mind to go to Slapton Sands
For no other reason than hearing
Joe Strummer sing
Of Omaha Beach

But oh just to be
In the silence and the sunlight
Oh but just to see
How it all worked out

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