Homonymous Love Song   1997

See across the burnt summer hills, the rocks, the carpet of thyme
the time goes fast in the late autumn sun, though it is ours
many hours we spent months earlier, when in springs scent
we sent a message that our bodies, our minds were one
and won what we could not believe, the game of new love
knew there was fate in the warmer days, magic in the dew
over due for both of us was the revelation of love's chord
a chord of passion we lay fastened to, absorbing the nights peace
a piece of experience, forever those sounds echo; our feet on the sandy beach
beech leaves rustling when we walked in lowland forests coated in rime
enticing rhyme as we gazed at a water's fall, harmonies only we could hear
and here we are forty years on in autumns dusk no year spent in vain
the vein of water wears the rock smooth and carries our memory to the sea
see across the burnt summer hills, the rocks, the carpet of thyme

© Lloyd Godman