Look Across Time*

'Beyond the east the sunrise beyond the west the sea.... ' Gerald Gough So yonder my thoughts do flee, my friend, long after to be chased by me. All you see is a mask a ghost from the past it’s not me I’ve changed girl. You look across time your memories are fine but you won’t find me from there girl. The incoming tide washes our prints from the shore. You stare down from this ledge above me. The wind blowing, the gleaming black strands of your shoulder length hair. Strands play around the straps of your long white dress, blown sensuously against you. And you watch me with those beautiful solemn eyes. You reach down our hands do not touch they never can. Yet will always love you. Your very being fills me with rapture and a deep longing. The vision of you I behold, is a mist of spray against the golden rays washing over my senses. My life of solitaire is ending here. I’ll be what I am the man you have searched for, with consoling care. For I have waited an eternity, for you here. And of all women I do confess of them all I love thee best. Copyright © Terence George Craddock http: //www.poemhunter.com/terence-george-craddock/