To a place, where your face
last reflected,
The bright, burning light
In my heart.
To a day, far away
Resurrected,
To re-taste, in great haste,
The re-start.
In a hide, where reside
Just two faces,
Where other, all-comers,
Watch still
As we ride, satisfied,
To those places,
To digress, I confess,
On until...
No more, like before,
Will hearts falter.
For this day, in it's way,
Is the last.
And the wind, beats your sins,
Til they alter,
Yesterday, locked away,
In the past.
Once more, I explore,
The beginning,
Un-spurned, I returned,
To the fore.
There to cope, with no hope,
Of the winning.
A race, that disgraced,
Long before.
Once I'd found, in hard ground,
Your impression,
And the tear, in the air,
Waved your smell.
It then told, the dark hole,
Of depression,
To sit tight, whilst the night,
Bode us well.
In that hour, of true power,
I'd un-weathered,
The wall, where we'd fall,
Way back days.
Where our bikes, and dislikes,
Were still tethered,
And the band, in the stand,
Still plays.
But you went, fully spent,
Without turning,
Without doubt, you walked out,
of the game.
Leaving fire, and desire,
Slowly burning,
Where the mood, and good food,
Aren't the same.
From my hand, so unplanned,
You retreated.
Out of view, to the blue,
You retired.
And the grieving, and feeling,
Defeated.
Played down, with a frown,
You'd expired.
And each day, in this way,
You're remembered.
As though, you didn't go,
There that day.
When the truth, of your youth,
is dismembered,
And I try, not to cry,
You away.
So I kneel, just to feel,
at the meadow,
Where still echoes, the throes,
And your name.
And I shout, crying out,
Of the shadow.
Wishing all, could recall,
......Be the same.
