Memories

When in the brown earth I do lie, Under a wet and wint’ry sky, Would that I a seed become Which in the rain, and summer sun, Shall become an evergreen tree And every leaf a memory An evergreen memory of times and tide Of smiles and tears and of some that sighed The sparkle in a mother’s eye Each memory in a leaf to lie I’ll remember the bat and ball I had The songs I sang both gay and sad A summer sky, sweet songs of love Trials won adventures done The very first time I saw the sea And the joy it was for me The thrill of it, the very first kiss The dance with her …

A name reaches out of the past and remembrance floods A hand out of the mists appears to touch my face A gentle touch And memories race A voice speaks softly words of love and hope ‘“ I hear a lullaby A tear starts Remembrance floods Memories race Softly, softly a finger brushes ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  the diamond from my cheek

Once in a sometime both you and I In some ether world we’ll together fly And reach for the moon with star-filled eye And sing each a song that will never die Once in a sometime a hope and’  dream Behind us will glow in a rainbow’s stream And we’ll smile and know that we both have seen ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  As gracious a love as has ever been

You are a breath from my past A smile from my youth A lovely meeting – something to last I see you again and the years are dissolved Dewy mornings – the ones that I loved I smile and remember hoping that you ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  Have such outstanding memories too.

No longer rages my love for you No longer the heart’s in throes But deep and peaceful the waters flow And still my true love grows In peace more beautiful than in storm In autumn’™s browns and gold And ever will my love for you Deepen to depths untold Peaceful in shadows green and blue A star shines high above That lights a promise of bygone years ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  That naught will change my love.

The weight of days of Trials and Times Of unlighted, narrow ways The heaviness of passed times darken the smile of innocence – the lightened eye – the spring of youth. Groping, feeling, grasping, wondering, thinking, worrying never knowing what a coming day may bring. Where’™s he that in the spirit dwelt The laugh, the joy he knew so well Lost in stygian dark as night Lame of step in place of light Bent in pain with darkened eye ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  Could that wondering boy be I?

I did, I combed her hair today It began not knowing what she’d say That nymphite thing she simply said “Yes” and just like that sat on the bed Her auburn hair it fell in waves From that gorgeous head and cheeky smile It fell in wavelets for a mile Almost to her knees “I’d love to comb your hair?”,I’d implore She never had said yes before. Like the combing of a gossamer tress Streamlike tumbling over flowered dress It almost reached the floor Fountain like it poured on down To sheening ends from fairy crown In it I could swim and drown In this river of delight The joy of it you’d never guess ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  And all because she’d …

We meet and talk on a moral plane Above the simple or mundane Thoughts that fleetingly express One’s deepest moments, in memory impressed. And tones of music, viol and bow Refresh the soul To be once again a child And in mind again to know The pure joy of the sun of spring The laugh of falling waters The cymbal’s ring Again to clutch life in childhood’s splendour And in a moment that is sheer joy ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  To it’s sweet innocence surrender.