13 November 2012
I cried out to the sky
As the stars fell around us,
A scattering of gold dust,
Cathedral bells rang out;
Reminding us of every hour passed,
All I saw was the
Green-amber of your eyes,
Your body my blanket
Until the finality of the sunrise
Took you on the eleven-thirty,
Out of my life, out of the country,
How I hated the regular
Clickty-clack of rusted train tracks
And loathed the white trail
Of a jetting plane, a scar
Upon the perfect autumn blue,
I'll curse them both until
The day they bring you back,
A memory renewed, of taste and smell,
A long-sought after touch,
Of my returning love.
Returning Love • Opuss № I