Brief Interlude Poem by Neil Graham Marsden

So soon when the rising moon washes
this land with its blanket of white,
I will muster my memories together
to join you before the new light.

To a place where your strong arms last held me,
I will hasten not looking behind
at the tear-stained and grieving old faces,
that once held such grace in my mind.

From that cold, empty sad winter morning,
that began but not ended for you,
the day that so casually carried
you silently out of my view.

A time when the wheels all stopped turning,
as the glow disappeared from the sun,
when I'd realise then and forever,
that your race had been finally run.

As they held you there scarring my senses,
so cold as the glass wall between,
I saw you had gone on before me
far from this dark, ugly scene.

To a land where you gently watch over
my world as it tries to unfold,
a life of competing emotions,
as I die long before I grow old.

With your memory walking beside me
but your presence no longer in view,
all the others can do is but wonder,
If I'll ever quite 'get over' you.

For we know but for time in its passing,
as the clock strikes for one long last chime,
that again I will walk in your shadow,
In step and in love for all time.