In your wheelchair
Move close beside
That I may catch your scent
Of honey suckle.
With Spring hedgerows blossoming
Let's wander down a path
Between the bowing water trees
Pause beside a stream
Whilst the bees honey bring.
In your wheelchair dream
Of running
Your hair and breeze mingling
Until the evening chill
Wake you from your sleep.

Leatherhead 1971.

Now.

Now far beyond our time
I remember
Your laughter and your tears.
Age has carried us gently
Into other Cities
Into further understandings.
But I do not forget you
The waterfall of your gold hair
Flying in a river breeze.
Do not forget your wish
Or our easy companionship.
I keep that particle of love
Much like a pearl
In an oyster shell..

London. November 2007.

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Prydythe