Distant Spring    (1995)


This shore is holding me

I ought to kneel to life's demands but I will stay awhile,

the icy winter dawn cold as our feelings as we turn away from everything we planned.

But in this space I hang, warm in the memory I choose to wear till hurting heals,

soft drops of summer rain among relentless stinging curtains of words I will not hear.

We may not meet again.

I cannot see the place from here where we together will stand,

a far too distant spring where time has flowed and washed the pain away

and trust returns again.


Music has never been written for 'Distant Spring' - it will most likely remain a poem....