'This time
it seems to be
another misplaced rendevouz with you
..the parallel of you.'
(Misplaced Childhood)
WhenWhen all my skin is membrane thin
and hair is ashen grey,
when purple veins show through the skin
and laughter slips away.
When Citrine eyes are milky pale
and faces cannot see
when mem’ry takes the place of sight
will you remember me?
Where hoar frosts ice the concrete cross
and brittle walls collapse
where Bindweed twines with Bramble vines
and ivy creeps through cracks.
Here seldom sings dappled Thrush
perched swaying on the Yew
and Sextons pain form weary strain
Yes, I remember you!
Through summers led a merry dance
and laughed, and chanced about
by streams of tears
and fields of dreams
to doors marked 'no way out.'
