Afternoon At Helford Poem by Gerard Heathcote

A song of sorrow birds’ incant
By the Helford river trees whisper
In my ear I feel the echo of your voice
Long gone the reality of partings choice
I loved you so my soul embraces loss
Like the low slung branches bathe the rivers edge
And sigh, wind swept heave and toss

The sun shone that day in May
I followed your dancing silhouette through trees
Flecked with light and speckled river glimpses
Happy woods echo the bliss of loves energies
A river cleared space wrapped our bodies
In the suns heat and solitude woven in branches
Deep in the silent forest loves closeness felt
At your feet I adored and knelt