We were lovers once.
Walking on the path
Beside the lake
As the dusk fell.
A low sun kissed Mont Blanc
With the scent of roses.
A globe moon shone.
Its refection,
A line of chalk
On a blackboard, broken
As we swam.
We were lovers once.
A spring from
The moorland moss.
A stream,
A brook.
A waterfall-
An ancient river.
Swaying gently,
Beneath the bridge
Of chains and locks.
We were lovers once.
Like clay on a wheel
Turning slowly. Growing.
Opening in my hands.
And on Daneway banks,
Where harebells and those orchids grow
Beneath the lark’s song.
An ecstasy of fingers!
Later, our reflection,
In the church mirror.
Held there together.
Forever.
Yes, once we were lovers.
And then…
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