for Debbie
Brown leaves drift in the wind,
it is autumn again.
We met in the spring and spent that autumn together
never knowing how precious each falling leaf, which with the days drifted away.
We met in the spring, you died in winter
when the Magnolias were blooming so,
six years ago.
We were together then, now you are gone though you linger in the wind.
Your flame still burns brightly
for it is protected from the wind.
And so I return once again to you;
seeking you
I find myself again in this fading dusty world;
Your flame burns brightly at night, when the stars twinkle with midnight sunlight.
I remember fleeting looks
how we both skived around some things;
we both knew but did not want to know.
The years have not faded my love
I return to you, I seek you
and there I find myself.
Debbie I love you so.
Only the lost dare to dream; time has faded my memory
still the dream lives on.
We knew though we never knew;
we saw through a glass darkly.
We were not blind;
perhaps we stumbled
but a part of us both knew.
I know at end you thought of leaving,
by the things you left behind,
some hidden from yourself,
but it was you who showed me where to look
though you were buried some weeks ago.
Everything falls away from us, not just the days.
We watch ourselves decay and age;
everything slips away from us.
those we love and cherish are taken from us,
and we know not where they go.
We are left to hide in the shadows
and linger and wonder and dream.
In another spring time that is nowhere,
in another springtime when the sun is high
and we no longer need to run from its sustaining light.
how then dreams seemed possible, just on the horizon.The cruel wind blows hard; it blows our dreams away,
like dried leaves they swirl and whisper in the wind.
They whisper of long ago when the sun was higher.
All things crumble and decay, we all do too.
Our dreams drive us on
as we dash and hide from the sun.
Here where the mid night light burns brightly
upon a field that shimmers in a green luminosity,
I linger in the early morning;
the field my life
in this place that must stay hidden away
from the sun.
here when the day is at its coolest
and dawn has just started to yawn,
I rise woken by the light of a midday morning.
John 18/4/2010
Brown leaves drift in the wind,
it is autumn again.
We met in the spring and spent that autumn together
never knowing how precious each falling leaf, which with the days drifted away.
We met in the spring, you died in winter
when the Magnolias were blooming so,
six years ago.
We were together then, now you are gone though you linger in the wind.
Your flame still burns brightly
for it is protected from the wind.
And so I return once again to you;
seeking you
I find myself again in this fading dusty world;
Your flame burns brightly at night, when the stars twinkle with midnight sunlight.
I remember fleeting looks
how we both skived around some things;
we both knew but did not want to know.
The years have not faded my love
I return to you, I seek you
and there I find myself.
Debbie I love you so.
Only the lost dare to dream; time has faded my memory
still the dream lives on.
We knew though we never knew;
we saw through a glass darkly.
We were not blind;
perhaps we stumbled
but a part of us both knew.
I know at end you thought of leaving,
by the things you left behind,
some hidden from yourself,
but it was you who showed me where to look
though you were buried some weeks ago.
Everything falls away from us, not just the days.
We watch ourselves decay and age;
everything slips away from us.
those we love and cherish are taken from us,
and we know not where they go.
We are left to hide in the shadows
and linger and wonder and dream.
In another spring time that is nowhere,
in another springtime when the sun is high
and we no longer need to run from its sustaining light.
how then dreams seemed possible, just on the horizon.The cruel wind blows hard; it blows our dreams away,
like dried leaves they swirl and whisper in the wind.
They whisper of long ago when the sun was higher.
All things crumble and decay, we all do too.
Our dreams drive us on
as we dash and hide from the sun.
Here where the mid night light burns brightly
upon a field that shimmers in a green luminosity,
I linger in the early morning;
the field my life
in this place that must stay hidden away
from the sun.
here when the day is at its coolest
and dawn has just started to yawn,
I rise woken by the light of a midday morning.
John 18/4/2010
