Months past, dust now low in the air around lays

Though be it be an early winter morn here today,

Those once clear peachy skies seem so far away

As into a distant horizon I search for his rays.

 

An apparition of a past apricot dawn most tender,

Permeates my mind, and to it I slowly surrender,

And see myself standing in that soft morning light,

Gazing gently at that unfamiliar harbour’s delights.

 

It was a beautiful morn, that late summer day,

When the church clock belled loud, sweet & gay,

Harking that though time had seemed to stand still,

It had been racing far, far ahead past over the hill.

 

Sleepy eyed, the traffic had then languidly woke,

Watched I, with peace melting my eyes of coal,

Bathed with contentment, joy filled to the brim,

As I relived the pleasure of his first ever greeting.

 

In my mind I descended to the foyer once more,

A shadow of me again, overlooking my very own,

And glimpsed it moving easily towards me so,

A vision I had waited unknowingly for years four.

 

Clad in saffron, but more of an apricot hue,

Had walked he towards me with a smile suffused,

Stealing my breath, although then I knew it not,

That was facing something which I had long sought.

 

Dare I address those sentiments by a given name,

Or leave them un-catalogued, call it just a game,

Or should I simply accept in my heart that they be,

A rare, surging emotion arising totally unforeseen…