The Meeting At the Jetty - 20th March 1991

How vital now this day to me,
How altered from its history.
Where I would rue your death this date,
And lip my love, one kiss too late.

When I would pass these vigil hours,
Re-kindling privacies once ours.
An honour that I share this night,
That only treasured angels sight.

How different now this time must be,
A threshold to new destiny.
Our joining hands must once more part,
To wrench new arrows from our hearts.

To leave this dark and sombre meet,
With new found horrors at our feet.
Forgive my need to share the view,
A death demeaning that of you.

So soon this voice will call your name,
To love and worship just the same.
The person there for you to see,
Will be a replica of me.

My world of love will be unchanged,
Just sadly, cruelly re-arranged.
Not words, nor wisdom explain why,
For such short life, you should twice die.

So strong to know that you will guide,
Forever at your brothers side.
The only honest thing to come,
From years of loving now undone.

Neil Graham Marsden.