Once more in your sight
We the lost, who are no more in your sight,
whose hands you can no longer hold,
hold and touch in the still dark night,
wait for the thoughts that let us again exist.
Walk where we once walked, along autumn
dappled lanes of dancing orb light.
Amidst meadow flower musk and Dragonflies
of a late English summer bright,
Upon the hard city pavements, neon washed
with music, wine and heady flight
Let us once more be in your sight.
You who are left behind, you who still seek
those who you have once held close,
and with bright Buttercup their cheek
teased beside the falling brook coursing
down through moss garbed stone.
Who as the Sandpiper dips his beak
wait forlorn with the ebbing tide.
Feel awe viewing from millstone peak
dale and pasture sprawl, as we once did.
we are not lost at the end of each week
but here still so you need not seek.