May the invisible one continue to bestow some more light yet, Max.
Bill
> On 15 Jan 2014, at 9:31 pm, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> My last poem
>
> will range back to times in my past
> when I paused as things happened
>
> unearned but beyond valuing - gifts
> from some invisible bestower
>
> usually outdoors - the sun rose
> presenting its familiar surprise
>
> or later the sky changed from overcast
> to clear - maybe the clouds were resting
>
> above land to the east in a curve like the bay's
> so the westering sun made gold over
>
> the green slopes behind us and made
> of the sea itself gold-tipped waves
>
> nudging one another our way.
> You'd be on the beach with me,
>
> dearest, and your favourite birds
> nearby as if making gifts
>
> of themselves to you.
> Sharing was what we were doing,
>
> and there seemed no end to it,
> though there would be, darkness
>
> coming on, no knowing when
> but not yet, not quite yet.
>
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