There is beauty here,

In these wide spaces.

The distant blue islands.

Sometimes dark,

With threatening clouds,

Or light.

The sky is a promise.

Here, where we have loved; I beg.

Remember our promises

And vault the wide spaces between us.

I feel the rain upon me

With no shelter.

Remember my love,

Remember.

 

By Fiona Lochhead      Aug 2012

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