as if in homage
he paused now, mind wandering
from the high cliffs over north shore
battered and wind blown
where brambles and wind stooped trees
are todays companions
here, as children they\'d first met,
in kite flying delight,
staring fixedly
into the haze of sky meeting sea
where a visionary land has townships
of \'what could have beens\'
\'.....what should have been\'
to their happy home of many years
before each mornings waking
thieved from his dreams
looking down
over stained blue fingers
memories return
the black september berries
had been early that year too
full and ripe from blazing summer\'s gaze
unfulfilled
young love so tragically taken