Once more I’m on my own
Although not this time alone
At least different
To how you first found me
I did not turn to stone
Neither sat on a gilt-edged throne
Instead I became transformed
Once you did astound me
Encouraged again to roam
With perfect ice cream cone
Down county land to beach
So so loosely you bound me
That love should be so strong
As to continually remind you
Even with your eyes closed
And with your lips sealed
The taste and the beauty
May still be waken
That love should last so long
As to continuously define you
Even with your thoughts stilled
And with your heart settled
The beat and the rhythm
May still be shaken
That love should be long gone
As to contemporaneously find you
Even with your smooth skin
And your polish from within
The touch and the feel
May still be taken
How will the lamp sit
Where might its light fall
And the bookshelves
Who else needs to know
What is read
Is also written
Isn’t that so
Even for those not-believed
How will the desk be used
Where would the words come from
And the poems
Who else needs to know
What is thought
Is also felt
Isn’t that so
Even for those recent reconnected
In the one time
Of the long time
Of disappearance
From playing in the stream
Or laying on open moorland
Beside the trickling water
In the long time
Of the one time
Of remembrance
From kicking a ball
Or walking on the beach
Watching wave after wave after wave
In spring will I walk upon The Green
For all I’ve done so far is to rearrange the furniture
In springtime will I miss you more
Or is that another wistful wilful prediction
I was playing a brain training game
Having halfway sorted the sitting room
Why do I talk to the computer
Showing frustration at my own ineptitude
I only have my old memories
I must make some new ones
The past places have all gathered dust
I need to find somewhere shiny
In dream time or just before
I read a little of a lover’s love
For the book that she has found
For the story which she feels destined to tell
