Unexpectedly, on my travels I find a place
A bank leading to a calm flowing river
soothing tree lined place of peace
feeling of contentment within me looms
my eyes though, seem to look through gauze
picture clear, yet unclear
familiar voice calls to greet me
I turn and speak, but this person here isn’t the exact person of now
rather a bygone era, almost a Polaroid, a negative
of a man I love, happier, younger.
You call me to sit, warn me I’m not to stay
we talk as the river flows idly by
I too am relaxed, but all too aware
that soon I have to depart for another world, time.
You tell me not to linger, don’t I know yet?
that all I need to do when I want you next ,is come here again,
you are here in your place, you will wait for me, but now is not a time to stay
I feel you hold me tenderly, then walk back, seemingly only two steps to the other world
Turning to wave you have disappeared and I
have returned and am in my bed once more.
Ailsa Cawley 2015