Like Walking On The Moon
It was this time of year last winter
Christmas all but forgotten,
Swans drifting by on the frozen pond.
The forced hyacinths
Exuding their brutal, almost death - like scent,
In the hush of winter,
Love came my way.
Two people lost really
Standing on the bridge,
Looking down into the swirling current,
The weir that flowed continuously,
Crashing icy cold,
As we watched the endlessness of it,
With freezing fog enveloping us,
It was like walking on the moon.
Sitting outside that deserted suburban cafe
With carrot cake
And steaming coffee,
Fleecy gloved finger tips touching,
Both lost in our daydreams,
In our own secret world.
The heavy snow came in February
And we huddled into the garden centre,
Watching the tropical fish
So bright and gleaming,
Passing time viewing the show gardens
Forever ouside looking in.
I felt somewhere deep inside I could really make it work
But something held us back
And he went away,
Away from the winter love.
The parkland between us opened up
As he walked further and further
Into the snowy distance,
As the shadows grew longer
Beneath the solitary sky . . . .