RENDEZVOUS

Here, on this grassy knoll,
your haunting essence lingers;
like long-remembered scent
of broom on early summer winds,
or purple folds of autumn heather;
a startled deer, a hovering kestrel;
like gentle laughter, or perfect peace.

In the sweet, blue-domed silence
I hear you whisper on the breeze,

'Turn your gaze to the distant hills
where time drifts slowly into clouds.

I'm waiting patiently my love.'