Dew on the grassy slope -
Each little world of uncertainty
Stretching awake in the twilight.
Where will the sun go?
Blue on a pale cloud -
Coverlet over daily routine
Wrinkled brow of morning.
What colour did night see?
Forget-me-not leaves -
Children on their knees
Unfurling to remember daytime.
Who'll turn the last page?
Gold ring on her finger -
Window on another lifetime
Turning again through time.
When shall we meet again?
23 May 1973 Two days before my first wedding, I remember wondering a lot about what it all meant.
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