And when the flowers die,
Leaving empty space in air
That once their perfume filled.
When colour,
Vital as life itself,
Departs my eyes for good,
My thoughts return to hedgerows.
Wandering fields from whence love began,
And I will hold your hand, even in death.
Really beautiful this one Rob. I particularly love the lines referring to the hedgerows and wandering fields.
lovely
David - thanks very much. This piece made me cry when I read it back - must have some emotions after all !!
Rob
As almost always Rob, you come in like a ghost and leave us with a sense of something heartfelt, honest and touchingly moving.
This is you at your best in my opinion, lovely writing.
David.
If you wish to post a comment you must login.
This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.
Robert Mann
Fri 19th Jan 2018 11:04
Martin - Glad that you like it mate. Thanks for saying so.
Rob