Walk with me (for my Dad)

Walk with me againover sunlight speckled streamsthrough the tart nettles & thesharp tooth brambles to thesmooth green sward of an upland fieldwhere the sheep scatter crazily at our feet& the cuckoo spits her tuneless song. Walk with me once morearm in arm through the breathless hordesof the rush hour crowd,to turn aside at an open bar, rest in silencewhile the traffic roars & the ferryboat pliesher starlight trail, across the harbour. Sit & hold my handround an open fire, just to tell mehow you are & why you've beenso far away when you promised meyou'd be here to stay. Why you leftin that awful rush with those bustling nursesthe sweat of the incense, the rich red mass. Walk with me againalong our small curved shorewith the fishermen mending netsthe harvest moon blazingturning to solitude, for there is only ''I''& the essence of ''you''.