Monday, 8 November 2010

At your mum's

It's a long walk from the station
knowing you won't be there;
the empty streets echo my thoughts -
tonight you will not soothe my care.

Who would have thought that loner me,
who prided living to himself,
would find in you such love and help
that you became, as if by stealth,

a cloud enveloping then absorbed
from time and sympathy shared alike,
changing the outlines of my life -
new land reclaimed by a dyke.

Most of the time we live too close
and, out of focus, cannot see
the lineaments of love that touch
unfolds unknowingly.

We need to part for time to think
and feel the emptiness surround,
to know we both are growing ever
closer together in love's ground.

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