The sun shone
blindingly
from the westering sky
down the gleaming street
But none would come
that would now have come
On however many wheels
or on happy feet
The boat that carried them
now carries none
the way is closed
although it is still open
The excited faces
sometimes a lil green
other times tired
Always pleased to have come
now will not come
our summer will be
empty
still of voices and faces
The whacky bus
the hired cars
the taxi hired
from the plane
Even the ships
of hundreds
the music lovers
of thousands
None will now come
The island is silent
Imperviously
the Stones will Stand
The Year of Silence
Let's hope it's but one
till our cheerful friends
are welcomed to return
Remembering Sophia
I couldn't see you
Yet you were there
Darkness had fallen
but we needed no light
The late night radio
tinkled out
the closing strains
of Sailing By
I could not see you
But we were close
The wind blew
The rain lashed
Oblivious but
to each other
I would not
could not leave
Knowing that
by leaving,
I'd leave you
for good
I was lost
in the darkness
but your voice
guided me
The Window on the West
I would not see again
neither she
who knows all
I would meet you once more
in the House of Music
once more embracing
almost not letting go
Knowing that
by leaving,
I'd leave you
for good
That night in November
you swam away
she who knows all
knew what she had lost
Looking out each night
waiting for your steps
to come striding
up the path
As one day you will
return to collect your companion
from her new forever home
to cross the Rainbow Bridge
Yet you were there
Darkness had fallen
but we needed no light
The late night radio
tinkled out
the closing strains
of Sailing By
I could not see you
But we were close
The wind blew
The rain lashed
Oblivious but
to each other
I would not
could not leave
Knowing that
by leaving,
I'd leave you
for good
I was lost
in the darkness
but your voice
guided me
The Window on the West
I would not see again
neither she
who knows all
I would meet you once more
in the House of Music
once more embracing
almost not letting go
Knowing that
by leaving,
I'd leave you
for good
That night in November
you swam away
she who knows all
knew what she had lost
Looking out each night
waiting for your steps
to come striding
up the path
As one day you will
return to collect your companion
from her new forever home
to cross the Rainbow Bridge
Labels:
loss,
remembrance,
sophia,
uist
The year of silence
The sun shines brightly
longer hours each day
The wind is in hiding
the lambs gambol
Nobody stirs abroad
A curious line of people
stretches, 7 feet apart,
to a familiar door
The ferry brings no-one
The ferry takes no-one
The brightly sprightly
visitors will not come
Each day now
is Sunday
except it is
not Sunday
Even the churches
are closed
all is shut
until further notice
The year of silence
the year of silent fear
who will be next
do we know who
longer hours each day
The wind is in hiding
the lambs gambol
Nobody stirs abroad
A curious line of people
stretches, 7 feet apart,
to a familiar door
The ferry brings no-one
The ferry takes no-one
The brightly sprightly
visitors will not come
Each day now
is Sunday
except it is
not Sunday
Even the churches
are closed
all is shut
until further notice
The year of silence
the year of silent fear
who will be next
do we know who
Labels:
covid-19
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