Monday 30 September 2019

Coffee Painting




I miss the day's of  " let's make do"  who thought I ever would.
The night time walk back through the park crossing the bridge into the dark.
I spoke of nights together and how we would be free, to love and live in a foreign land and you  were close to me.
The house we shared together had nothing in it new, a lick of paint but no complaint you said just " let's make do."
Tomorrow was years away, and yesterday long gone,  departed to another life, dismantled eclipsed outshone.
The feeling of a memory something to renew,
now I remember frosty nights and holding tight to you.

Sunday 15 September 2019

Ancient Lover



 
Ancient person, for whom I
all the flattering youth defy,
Long be it ere thou grow old,
Aching, shaking, crazy, cold;
   But still continue as thou art,
   Ancient person of my heart.