Richard Trembath

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I think I am beyond dreams - I have left it too late;
In fact I'm not sure I ever had any - I was too busy dealing with life
As it was.
...

We missed each other's Springtime
because we were elsewhere.

Then Summer came, and left again
and still you were not there.
...

We have, both of us, grown old
And our beauty now
is reflected
from within
...

Emptiness.
How deep the well that plummets
into nothingness.
How bitter the soft tears I cry
...

Rain....
Gentle.
Where you are.
Where I am.
...

The silent glow flickers on your face
and is mirrored in your eyes.
...

Beneath your dying, splintered boughs
'Midst rocks the horses graze,
Your broken, withered limbs give not
A hint of earlier days,
...

We are never apart as long
as I have memories of you
And you of me:
...

They disappear more quickly in the
colder, barren climes
Where snow falls steadily and
covers them:
...

We live our lives
in the company of strangers:

How little we know of the hearts
...

We start our working lives believing
we shall be rewarded
by a grateful master:
But we learn that we are merely
...

Hid by woman’s precious arc
there lurks the dreaded spectre dark
and waits to strike where ego lies,
the arc for which the newborn cries.
...

When do we cut the ribbons which connect us,
cease the pretence
of wishing to be the pillars of society,
respected,
...

Without you this room is just a room,
These walls are only walls.
Without you this day is just another day
And I care not about it
...

You keep saying that
you want to go
And that you’re
going to go:
...

I cannot go and leave thee Love
Denying all we had,
We must admit there was much good
Before there came the bad.
...

When the day is gone
And the sun sinks low
And the glory envelopes the town,
When the sea is calm
...

Softness, grace, and beauty,
Peace,
Where have they gone?
...

There's a bridge on the road
To the Gap of Dunloe
Where two streams meet and mingled flow
As one through Kerry's countryside
...

Too short the time, too long the road
We should have travelled long ago,
But that was in another time
Before our paths crossed, yours and mine,
...

Richard Trembath Biography

Richard Trembath grew up in the tiny town of Walwa, in Victoria's Upper Murray Valley and later attended Geelong College before becoming a journalist, first at Horsham then at The Sun in Melbourne. He was later foundation editor of Australian Trotting Weekly and won numerous National awards for literary excellence and photography. He also trained and drove harness horses with considerable success at elite level and competed in Masters' Athletics, winning two world gold medals and ten Australian Championships, setting five Australian records over hurdles. His first book of poetry received extensive radio exposure while the short stories which accompany the poetry in his second book won several awards. He is divorced and lives in the outer suburbs of Melbourne.)

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Beyond Dreams

I think I am beyond dreams - I have left it too late;
In fact I'm not sure I ever had any - I was too busy dealing with life
As it was.

So when do dreams drift from the future into the past?
When do they go from anticipated plans
To unfulfilled regrets?
Is there a fork in the Road of Life,
Or merely a boundary - a line across the road?
And when is it we realise that plans or dreams
Involving physical endeavour
Are no longer possible?

Time is relentless - it does not wait for dreams;
Dreams take time to formulate
And even more time to fulfil
And if we dwell, we fall defeated
Along the edges of Time's road;
We find the dreams we let pass by
Are gone, beyond recall,
Transformed from dreams into regrets.

And yet, perhaps there is still time,
Perhaps the road is not yet barred
Perhaps there is another way, a side-road
Deviating from the road we thought
Was ours to tread
Inexorably beyond our hopes and dreams
Unto its end.
Another road? -perhaps.
Another dream?
Perhaps it has not ended yet.

We may yet find that other road;
And overcome the ravages of Time
And have our long-held dreams
Fulfilled, and find new dreams
And have our victory.
It is not over yet.

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