How thirty years and five betray me (blear), Could I be known to you afore acquaint? One reminiscent yore (a souvenir), A silhouette on past horizons (faint), In whorls of yesteryear we’d briefly fleet, And face to face our gazes barely met, Nor opportune in utterance discreet, Or inclination of a whisper (yet), Lest five and thirty years am I to rue! Plead guilty being absent of your sly! Be so must be you stole a closer view, To recognise the face behold the eye, In retrospect of time or space apart, True friendships forge from matters of the heart.
Keith Lumbard 30th November 2011.
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