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 2023
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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