Ten Years Gone
Ten Years Gone
Ten Years Gone
The haar lifted slowly
that April morning.
Cleared down and disipated
by the time they looked back
at the auld Kirk.
And she captured the view,
on her camera; a moment in time.
Then a walk along the coast,
a casual derivé
through the old fishing ports
to the Ship.
Laughter, warmth, happiness.
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‘As the stars they slowly die
Thunder cracks across the sky
These are the words I've longed to say:
Be with me, my love, always’
[from 'Soldier On’, Richard Hawley]
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But it’s November now,
the years have gone by.
Dark down by the harbour,
lights on green and red
for approaching craft.
They had stood here once
in the cold evening.
Lights on green and red.
The April photograph remains
as a memory of being with her.
Lights on green and red,
for the good times.
Lights on red and green,
she is gone.
Lights on red.
E.J. Marshall