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....