We were golden

then,

 

as golden as

your copper curls

 

still bright, but

cutaway to frame

 

your serious years.

 

We blazed the nights

& hurtled through

 

the days, creating

films across a stage

 

you grew to own.

 

Some of us

have fallen

 

by the way;

 

still recognised

in bleary shots,

 

& some no longer

claim to fly.

 

You were golden

then, immortal

 

in your beauty:

untouched by love

 

by life, candescent

in your vision.

 

Now to see your

name embellished

 

high, it makes me

smile, your radiance

 

filters through,

I sigh:

 

remembering the glitter

& the tears.

 

We were golden then.

 

 

 

 

Once more around

& around:

 

leaves a tapestry

of gold

 

sky a grey horizon.

 

Ploughed fields sigh

eased from summer

 

burden.

 

There’s a softness

in the air

 

rain caresses

dried earth

 

& for a moment

autumn’s past

 

returns to haunt

me.

 

 

Time is present:

past become

 

a dream,

remembering

 

just the way

your hand felt.

 

Love’s a mystery

a quest for

 

solace:

 

bound to flowers

beside the lake

 

we learnt each

other’s name.

 

I want you

in the abstract

 

my heart

a crucible

 

seared in

life’s flame.

 

I want you

for an hour

 

a day,

 

someone I

can lock away

 

for all

tomorrows.

 

 

What became

of us,

 

with the passing

of hours?

 

Children fly

from me

 

birds murmur

in hedgerow

 

scout the bare trees

for shelter.

 

Autumn arrives

in puffs & billows

 

pillow clouds

swaddling.

 

All is not

as it seems

 

decisions reached

paths chosen:

 

mind circles back

on itself

 

I’m singing in

this wind

 

demanding

resolution.