Day: January 26, 2022

Memories

The wooden sides and base are worn to smooth

I stare into the river water soothes

London’s first clean water from far springs

Now your ashes mingle as birds sing

I cannot take them back,dissolved to mud.

Nor see your face again as a wife should

I let you go and set you free to fly

What kind of love is this that lets men die?

As you lay, your cubicle smelled sweet.

Peaceful as a heather moor retreat

When we walked  I  warmed your hand in mine

When we walked I held your hand in mine
We walked round a small lake to see geese fly
We sauntered, in a rhythm were aligned

Time had stopped, the geese in circles climbed
Then swept onto the path as we came by
When we walked I held your hand in mine

Like a natural god, the geese divine
Landed in their beauty with a sigh
We entered a new rhythm, were aligned

On the shining water geese in line
Float and hunt for food with little cries
When we walked I held your hand in mine

In our garden for your love I pine
I may never love another till I die
We sauntered, in a rhythm were aligned

God is on the mountain with his lyre
Singing of the beauty of desire
When we walked I warmed your hand in mine
We lived attuned to love until you died

Photo by E.L copyright