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. >