Michael Edwards

RECALLING

 

 

 

RECALLING

 

 

We leant upon the cold damp stone

where mosses grew

and ferns emerged from crevices

and saw the lighted window panes

through filigree of waving boughs

that whispered in the breeze.

 

Beneath the pallid peach stained sky

in ecstasy our parted lips

sought solace in a firm embrace

as we recalled with nervous breath

the distant day when first we met

behind the distant panes.