Two shots echoed
along the street
two people
died
The first
of millions
in the four years
that followed
Peace
could yet have been grasped
from the jaws
of war
Why
did all those people
have to die
Just
because
an archduke
was shot
In Sarajevo
The abandoned village
Across the water
new walls proudly
rise from the green
pastures
Intersected by
demure grey stone
walls running down
to the sea
Across the water
lives are lived
storms endured
suns enjoyed
Under the stern face
of the hill above
they go hither
and thither
Old walls
on the empty side
of the water
stand dreaming
Enduring the winds
rain and snow
of countless years
in solitude
None go there now
they left long ago
only remembered
by the old stone walls
new walls proudly
rise from the green
pastures
Intersected by
demure grey stone
walls running down
to the sea
Across the water
lives are lived
storms endured
suns enjoyed
Under the stern face
of the hill above
they go hither
and thither
Old walls
on the empty side
of the water
stand dreaming
Enduring the winds
rain and snow
of countless years
in solitude
None go there now
they left long ago
only remembered
by the old stone walls
Thomas
It's a long time ago
it was a Sunday then
we found you
on the floor
No more jumping
on to chairs
but you had clung on
behind the curtain
The months before
had seen you decline
to a shadow
of your former self
Looking for
darkness
to lessen
the darkness to come
The evening came
and yours also drew
to a final
and everlasting close
I was speeding west
when your spirit overtook me
and the message on arrival
was that you had gone
For fifteen years
you were one of us
and never forgotten
although now gone for 26 years.
Thomas, spring 1973 - 29 May 1988
it was a Sunday then
we found you
on the floor
No more jumping
on to chairs
but you had clung on
behind the curtain
The months before
had seen you decline
to a shadow
of your former self
Looking for
darkness
to lessen
the darkness to come
The evening came
and yours also drew
to a final
and everlasting close
I was speeding west
when your spirit overtook me
and the message on arrival
was that you had gone
For fifteen years
you were one of us
and never forgotten
although now gone for 26 years.
Thomas, spring 1973 - 29 May 1988
Ever changing
Little is constant
just the lighthouse
the watch house
and the hills
The sun ever moves
or is it just us?
The moon ever changes
through its phases
The sea glistens today
reflecting blue
and a thousand mirrors
under summer skies
The sky smiles
broadly blue
with a few strokes
of distant white
But no two moments
are the same
as the strokes
do move
The mirrors
turn into angry
white riders
galloping on the sea
The moon obscured
by powerful fastnesses
moving across the sky
unleashing their force
The sun oft is hidden
as storms whistle through
under leaden skies
brought in from afar
So you can see
what I can see
ever changing
no two moments the same
Little is constant
just the lighthouse
the watch house
and the hills
just the lighthouse
the watch house
and the hills
The sun ever moves
or is it just us?
The moon ever changes
through its phases
The sea glistens today
reflecting blue
and a thousand mirrors
under summer skies
The sky smiles
broadly blue
with a few strokes
of distant white
But no two moments
are the same
as the strokes
do move
The mirrors
turn into angry
white riders
galloping on the sea
The moon obscured
by powerful fastnesses
moving across the sky
unleashing their force
The sun oft is hidden
as storms whistle through
under leaden skies
brought in from afar
So you can see
what I can see
ever changing
no two moments the same
Little is constant
just the lighthouse
the watch house
and the hills
Little is constant
Little is constant
just the lighthouse
the watch house
and the hills
The sun ever moves
or is it just us?
The moon ever changes
through its phases
The sea glistens today
reflecting blue
and a thousand mirrors
under summer skies
The sky smiles
broadly blue
with a few strokes
of distant white
But no two moments
are the same
as the strokes
do move
The mirrors
turn into angry
white riders
galloping on the sea
The moon obscured
by powerful fastnesses
moving across the sky
unleashing their force
The sun oft is hidden
as storms whistle through
under leaden skies
brought in from afar
So you can see
what I can see
ever changing
no two moments the same
Little is constant
just the lighthouse
the watch house
and the hills
just the lighthouse
the watch house
and the hills
The sun ever moves
or is it just us?
The moon ever changes
through its phases
The sea glistens today
reflecting blue
and a thousand mirrors
under summer skies
The sky smiles
broadly blue
with a few strokes
of distant white
But no two moments
are the same
as the strokes
do move
The mirrors
turn into angry
white riders
galloping on the sea
The moon obscured
by powerful fastnesses
moving across the sky
unleashing their force
The sun oft is hidden
as storms whistle through
under leaden skies
brought in from afar
So you can see
what I can see
ever changing
no two moments the same
Little is constant
just the lighthouse
the watch house
and the hills
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