In the tapestry of memories of my mind, I dwell, waiting for you
Whilst I wait, I remember a walk in St James’ Park,
To an accompaniment of music delivered by nature’s, gentle, melodious harp,
With a flute harmony ‘n’ banjo thrown in, to accompany a pigeon pursuing another in walking, whirling circles;
In lustful abandonment!
A chorus of sounds,
A tulip for your troubles; a rose, for its nettles; all beneath a silken sky,
Providing an animated backdrop, to an old-fashioned love story… stirring awake-
Like: a breath of air turning kindle gently into flame,
Two good friends began this walk, no longer *just* good friends, when its end came round,
Love, is a concept of loyalty, compassion, understanding & a term of art,
Populating the long halls of your memories with vivid master-works, like a prized gallery of vaunted treasures;
To occupy your restful days, with wonder, at a life spent in the company of beautiful souls (both within & without),
To reflect on the precious truth, that, is:
I have been truly blessed, for I have been loved.