thoughts of  Saoirse

I have no words

to express the happiness

you brought to me

 

in quiet moments

in a wooded glade

dappled by sunlight

threading oaky leaves

remembering, remembering,

those pleasant days

we thought could never end

 

but ended anyway

 

a cluster of butterflies

stitching the air

pauses its tapestry,

motionless, freezing

an endless instant

 

then resumes

 

I lie contented,  

wondering if one was you.

and the rest, perhaps,

angelic friends?

 

a songbird

from exalting on a branch

glides across the sky

 

you used to flow into a room

weaving smoothly through the throng

unnoticed by any but me

yours was a quiet serenity.

 

I stand

dropping pebbles in ‘our’ canal

gazing at reflections

in the wavelets

the stones are making

 

are you here beside me?

or behind, me?

 

a Lazarus houseboat

rising from the lock

passes unhurried

swans at swim

 

its weekend captain 

sporty in a captain’s cap

waves, salutes, calls,

‘lovely day we’re having!’

 

I nod, ‘hello’

I wish it was you -

it isn’t you

 

Saoirse,

dear tender darling,

 

for all the joys

you brought to me

I have no words,

 

no words,

but these.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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