"Poetry and hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. All you can do is go where they can find you" – A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
Do not make for the old path you trod to my heart,
it is worn and sad.
The vessels that took you there are rotten
moored for too long.
Do not look to the past to guide you there,
Unknowing, plod on.
Like a desert the landscape changes with the storms,
the old horizon is gone.
The footsteps you took are filled with sand
Unknowing, plod on
Their holes poured in by another’s hand.
you’ll see i’m not wrong
My love, in your absence, he’s won.
With soft smile lines
And hair of stiltskin spun gold
He, my saving song.