Reminisce

by John E Marks

Sunday 9th September 2018 12:25 am (first posted Saturday 8th September 2018 11:51 pm)

• On Oxford Road in Manchester
• On an early autumn day
• I saw an angel pass me by
• I nearly passed away.
• That flare is with me still.
• You know, if healthy, poor or ill.
• And I can walk that faery way still
• At  the falling of the tear, you know,
• When mourning or in fear,
• My memory sings to bring me here:
• On Oxford Road in September
• We walked slowly arm-in-arm
• Small signs said much
• Of how our passion grew,
• But sounded no alarms,
• Market days and selling fruit
• They could not pass  our way
• So the morning dew
• Still speaks of you
• As my senses fade away.
• We shared a love of poetry,
• In all its wild design,
• We gave each other all the  signs
• Of the true gods of words alone.
• Her eyes they breezed in my soul
• And now I feel alone.
• Like sunshine over fields in May.
• How our ghosts will say hello
• In shaded places where
• Our love
• Can not renew that spark
• We knew
• In that wild, autumnal air.