Long Ago -
Was it yesterday we learnt it?
In a dream,
In a dream where the whispering wind was ever warm,
And the seasons changed.
Were there snowdrops in the gardens?
We picked them,
White, like angel's breath.
Whilst soft mosses drenched the beech boles
To a hue most brilliant green.
Were there melodies?
Like our lives, played in lilting themes,
Carrying both hearts dreaming
Beating to the same love as before,
The kisses were not tremulous,but knowing,
And the earth stood still beneath our ever dancing feet -