ON A FRIENDSHIP RENEWED
At a distance …
You observe the early morning sun
Reflected in the ripples of the pools on your shore.
Whilst … distantly …
I walk my river bank
And catch the sunset’s glow.
I am more than aware of you,
But not enough,
Of your past.
I am prompted to delve,
To imagine when our paths first crossed.
And why life didn’t turn out differently.
I’m happy that it didn’t;
Yet I’m sad that it did.
Paths met; paths crossed ;
Wildly apart; Seriously separate.
Only, a lifetime later, across worlds,
to conjoin in distant musings.
A necessary caesura, a brief hiatus,
From pressing cares, from present bonds.
No future, no prospect,
No fulfilment or resolution.
A remote meeting of distant minds;
An informed harmony
Of art, music, poetry.
From a distance.
I give a link below to Nanci Griffith’s 1987 version of Julie Gould’s song . . .