When I am here no longer
When I am here no longerGrieve not for I am nothingBut if a memory of me comes unbiddenHaste you to […]
When I am here no longerGrieve not for I am nothingBut if a memory of me comes unbiddenHaste you to […]
I found a photograph the other dayOf me in younger clothesSquirreled away buried in battered cardboard caveDingy, dusty, damaged,Dumped in
Slow silent flows the riverPast willow, rush and grassMountain bornSnow fedAged nowSilt ladenMeandering, turgidGiving of its beingAs it passesHeading onwardsTowards