torch song

torch song

when winter comes and living stutters

light a guiding lamp and I will find my way

age or the grave cannot prevent us –

together we shall rise

 

maybe we will sing of willow riverbanks beside

fields of meadow flowers rejoicing

at the refreshingment of gentle rain

wave-soaked barnacle rocks and gulls

sea shores, sea shells,

 

maybe we will love like youthful yesterdays

welcome each bright dawning

with barefoot dance and drumming

wearing tattered robes of purple amethyst and sandalwood

 

at evening share mulled wine around a sparking fire

shoulder to shoulder gaze at distant stars, laughing

at embers of dreams, expired, scattered round our feet

 

if we find each other too late and life has guttered,

no matter

together we shall rise

 

 

© coolhermit 2021
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Griffonner

Well, here I am again my friend. You have again appeared on UKA’s front page, and I feel unable to let it pass without comment. I’ve no doubt this, like so many of your poems, was written with a lady in mind, but this is quite different from your normal style yet equally skilled and worthy of accolade. I still miss your friendship, Mate. You are sadly missed.
Allen

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