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Thursday, 13 March 2014

The Return - A Poem




Did you wait until the earth was dry 
So the sun would warm our tears?
Did you slip away in the light of spring 
So we couldn’t see you leave?

I feel you drift away in the gentle breeze 
As all our lives stop still
And as you lay back down upon the ground
I climb high upon a hill

Your shadow falls across each step I pass 
The lake reflects the world like glass
Birds circle and cry beneath my feet
What a desolate but perfect place to sleep 

Your life touches mine and then I see 
That there is much of you in me 
I glance back down to mourn the view 
It’s not my time to climb as high as you

I know it’s time for you to go your way
And you’re leaving me in this glorious day
And so I weep goodbye and I wish you well
One day we’ll meet again upon this fell



Nisha P Postlethwaite is author of 'The First Sense' fiction eBook based in the Lake District and Cumbria, available from several online retailers. To find out more visit www.nppostlethwaite.com

2 comments:

  1. Brilliant. I love poetry. This one is very evocative. Thanks for sharing it.

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  2. Thank you for your lovely comments.... It's very much appreciated

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