assorted in progress

Talking to my beautiful horizon beyond the valley in the hills………

Horizon forever in a veil
Horizon in the mist
Where you hide and tease
Your words are louder
Still
Louder
Up there among the trees
I see your daffodils

Here by the fence
By the stinging edge
Snowdrops
Wave

Hear by the pole
Around my feet
Rabbits play
And dare to cross the road

I squeeze shut my eyes
And hear your latest song
(In Greek)
It sounds like you
Inside my head

I squeeze my eyes ever tighter
Still
You stay
Although your footsteps
Rising ever higher
Runaway

Gill McGrath© (26 Sept 2014)

[background]Waiting by the washing line looking at the hills on the other side of the valley

From this open door
I stand I wait for you
Tracing your shadows in the fields
Which lead through long grass
Towards the mill
And then
The path
Where we would walk
Every evening
Climb the stile
And cross
The bridge
(I cannot see from here)

Then I look to the horizon
Where we would climb
I see clearly through
The mists
A line of trees
Still standing there
Where underneath the oak
Laughing
You would wait for me
To climb
The hill
Behind you
Always stumbling
Always laughing

I remember
How
In the morning
Still
Laying there
With Tears
Full of joy
We would count
With gentle fingers
The gaps between
Our tears
the leaves against
the breaking sky
Listen to the birds
The Church bell
The rabbits running home

From this doorstep
Now
I count
how may footsteps
I must take to reach you
To touch your gentle face again

Along this long and lonely path
I shut my eyes
Still filling fast with tears silent
So that when at last
I feel your laughter
See you – hear
I‘ll know

I am in heaven
With you

Then my angel
I will run
towards you

Beneath this tree
Into your open arms
once more

Gill McGrath 26 Sept 2014

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s