Finding your letters.

I liked your letters in your pointed script

As if a tiger’s claw in ink was dipped.

Your mind was still and full of careful thought

Your writing was like the  barbs where sheeps’ wool caught

Excitement, eagerness and will

Joy, imagination well fulfilled.

I turn the letter backwards hold to light

I see the patterns in the inky sight.

Even with a biro or gel pen

Yout writing was quite clearly that of Man

I see your desk the drawers your diaries kept

I cannot see your face, where feelings leapt

Concentrating energy like gold

The wrinkles in the brain could then unfold.

I wish I could have kept your brain and heart

But when you go, the whole of you departs.

And after all the mind is not just brain

The heart must play its part must not disdain.