If That May Have Been A Time In-Between

Sweet Violet light

with gentle scent

wherever you went

I did go

wherever you walked

along so slowly

there in the dell

beneath the trees

was the whisper of love

and the song of the breeze.

There in the shade

of the forest glade

we played

with love at midday

and who is to say

that that was the place

that I wondered if

I would scatter your ashes

if you follow my drift.

If that was a place

in the cold of winter

where warmth became us

and there was none of the splintering

that followed on after,

just mist and colour

and some good fun laughter.

Along we go

and who is to know

if that may have been

a time in between

where love and shade

and sunshine and clouds

have passed over from heaven

and come to me now

as a remembrance of winter

and love in the mist

of the first time I felt

and enjoyed your kiss,

of the heart of the centre

and the beginning to end

when we became less spontaneous

and faith blew in the wind,

as there came the spring

and the summer season dried

all that we knew

and then left behind.

Oh come to the violets,

oh come to the times

when love began on the cold winters night

and times they changed from then onto then

and let’s let go

and begin again….

(Written with a tiny heritage violet flower on June 9, 2014)