WALKING INTO THE UNKNOWN


WALKING INTO THE UNKNOWN

Dedicated to my friend Fergus … may you always dance as freely as the wind … <3

An Old Irish Blessing

"May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand."

“In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.”

― Gautama Buddha

Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=KLVq0IAzh1A
FIELDS OF GOLD – STING

DO YOU REMEMBER

Do you remember when you were a squaddie
the ballroom dancing lessons that we had
we would twirl around the room so fast
like swirling dervishes among the lads
I would step on your feet; trip over your heels
you would laugh at me fit to burst
oh, Fergus MacDonald where are you now
that I’ve mastered and got over the worst
you went one way and I went another
I had to finish my education
somebody told me you went to war
and my heart sank at this revelation
as it struck me to my inner core
into the unknown we stepped so often
sharing; multiplying our confidences
our eyes met and the world was softened
how I wish that you were dancing with me now
but mine was to be a different dance
I see your hair so red and mine so blonde
in my mind’s eye we stood a good chance
I still think of you when the Harvest moon
is like a big orange ball in the sky
do you remember me like I remember you
with a smile and a whispered goodbye
I still have foolish notions and schoolgirl dreams
big ideas and ridiculous fancies
I used to make you laugh until you nearly cried
with my endless schemes, plans and romances
do you remember the book you loaned to me
I still have it waiting for you
Tess of the D’Urbervilles, do you remember now
I hope I can return it to the boy I once knew
Would I know you now if I saw you in the street
you were just a young lad last I saw you
but surely I’d know you from anyone if you opened your eyes
for they reflected my own eyes of blue
I still think of you on a cold Winter’s night
in front of the fire; my ears tuned to the news
but I fear you are lost in the trenches somehow
with your eyes opened with all that you knew
a dug-out somewhere in no-man’s land
or an unmarked grave; my heart-felt clenches
why do they call it friendly fire
there’s nothing friendly when someone’s heart wrenches
how little do I know even now of the ways of men
those who wage war and why
politics seems everywhere in all the things that we do
may I remain innocent until the day that I die
wherever you are and whoever you have become
know I think fondly of you dear Fergus
and if ever our paths were to cross again
I believe that we would complete the circuit
the bonds we made during those teenage years
so strong they remain unbroken
memories of the plans we had
and all the words so softly spoken
sometimes they come to me here on the wind
quietly and indistinct
or I may see your face in a crowded room
disappearing as I overthink
and that is me dear Fergus, all over
I feel; I see; I think too much
as rarefied as a four leafed clover
and like a game of double dutch
I trip over the rope, like I trip over my tongue
clumsy as ever my dear
still I think of you and wish you well
while I still yearn for those teenage years.

– AP – Copyright remains with and is the intellectual property of the author

Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission’

My artwork is a compilation of 4 of my photographs

Posted by ☆ Poppy Cocqué ☆ on 2016-12-09 19:50:27

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