At one ! . Will I smell them next year, the honeysuckle and the rose, Will I see the daffodills ?. Who knows. Will I walk that meadow sweet, and stand against it`s stream, Or must I face the bitter wind, - and was it all a dream ?. Will I walk that heathered hill and smell it`s peated scent, Will I rest in woodland, and sing my soft lament, Will I feel the softness of the spring rain on my face, And once again become as one, with nature in that place ?. Will I see the wonderment as nature`s seasons change, Will I see the harvest moon, in the autumn re - arrange, Will I witness frosty patterns on my window pane, Will I see my own life`s breath, in freezing winter rain ?. Will I see these things again ?. - That`s not for me to say, My future now, is in my past, - for I have had my day, But what I wish, is that what I had, would come again to me, Then I would be at one with life, - for all eternity !. Mick. ( Copyright Michael Westwood 2014 ).
Posted on: Mon, 25 Aug 2014 13:25:18 +0000