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And so dear friend
Silent, lost, these mournful months
No word, save only one
Informing not yet dead
Just captive currently
Caught between hell and
Love’s fierce firestorm blast
Alone, signal perilously weak
No space, no time, no will to speak
Beyond my call and stretch of fingertips
In exile self-imposed
Yet here you stand before me, miracle
Warm in the flesh and real
Embrace and tears
Home leave from the front line
An afternoon out of time
Connecting
Latest bulletin, headlines, best forecast
Not good
Talk of torment and torture
The worst yet to come
But still, for a moment in sunshine
With sipping of tea, the touching of fingertips
Be glad and rejoice, be consoled
In spite of it all- delight of it all!
Our friendship, sweet friendship endures
August 23rd 2009 Hounoux for J, with love
Very moving Sally, I cannot understand why it has touched me so.Not sure what is behind these words but it conveys such a tender moment amidst pain of separation.
ReplyDeleteYou have picked up exactly the emotions in which this poem is written, Jude. The full story has to be kept obscure, but I wanted to express for the 'Dear friend' how I felt towards her, the happiness of our moment together after separation. She herself cried and cried on receiving the poem.
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