That earth beneath my feet again,
Wandering aimless along paths long worn,
Shadows of memory flicker in the shafts of autumn sun,
They break my heart, yet drive me on.
Our garden, that Eden,
It has lost the romance that was once redolent in its scent,
When adventure filled my lungs with every cedar breath.
And I thought we would conquer the globe, footprints impressed in lands of dreams,
Lands we never got to share.
And yet, you were there today, a shadow of your laugh carried in the whispering murmurs of retreating ash,
Your voice the gentle rustle spilling over the top of the hill.
(c) S. Duffy 2015