Did you write poetry as a teenager? I did. Copious amounts of it. Most of it was thrown out during numerous house moves, but the one below was a little different. I wrote it for a girlfriend when we finished school. She, in turn, had it made into a scroll for my thirtieth birthday. I found it tucked safely away the other day when I was looking for a photograph (which is still eluding me…)
For me, it’s instantly evocative of that time when you leave school and people who are your best friends disappear never to touch your life again. In this case I’m lucky and many years later she’s still a good friend.
Good friends should be treasured.
The veiling grey of time
Is gently stirred and parted by the changing winds of thought.
The past is glimpsed as pictures,
Held within the limits of the mind.
The times of laughter and of loving all clearer than the rest.
But the shadowed grey of sorrow serves to heighten all the crests.
The freedom of two minds who in passing caught a glimpse,
And paused to spend a moment and view the other’s being.
Two minds grown in union, reflections of their times.
Innocence of youth seen through the eyes of man.
Like chrysalis emerging we shed the mantle of our youth.
We chose our paths and ventured on, each better for that glimpse.
I see you now and wonder, was my gift as great as yours?
Is it ever possible to repay a debt so large?
Child-woman journey on through life
But keep your memories pure,
And leave a corner of your mind for our time.
I thank you for the past you’ve left behind.