When the boat has sailed.

When the boat has sailed

The harbour left empty 

Like the mountains

Veiled,

From the land of plenty

I will then think of you

As the grey mist settles 

Across the fading blue 

And flowers became nettles.

I was close to the sea

When the call came through.

So I know how it feels,

To look into the gloom. 

And there are bells 

That will peal.

And often for whom, 

Those who we love ,

As they leave this life’s room.

But as the mist fills the valley

And clouds cover the moon,

Her heart soars to the mountain,

And away from the tomb. 

For Evelyn 

27th June 2024