GHOSTS
R.N.TABER
Rougher the sea than last we ran
here laughing on the cliffs,
a spring breeze in our hair;
Less kind the sky than last we kissed
there, bluebells surrounding
a passion brought to bear;
Sweet memory, the wings of a
friendly gull soaring our dreams,
love's rhythm to fulfil;
Such heat to embrace your body
and bold! In the vaults of eternity
our lives grown cold;
Salty now, the hair across my
face thinned like the heather
at our special place;
Though huddled in a raincoat, I easily
recall the glad heart
that made me thrall;
Gulls squeal! No melody but a sure
grace, whirling against storm clouds
like a pattern of lace
on an altar cloth, would
have smothered us both
