(Posted on behalf of dear Pauline)
In memory of Roy Douglas Kneale
From the sea of wavering ink
Came your every secret emotion
To dip and swim with the tide
As your words of love in motion
Flew by and multiplied.
And I for one caught them all;
All your farewells – your regrets
Your past euphoric joys.
So too, your emotional debts
Voiced by your white silent noise.
Where are you now Roy Douglas Kneale?
In the next room debating with the crime writer;
Known for his leaky tongue and pen?
Or with some poet, (a professional nail - biter)?
Or are you back with your lovers again?
It’s possible of course, as you oft said,
Just dust laid low after fruitless searches
But my beliefs ignore that thought
As I walk through those lofty churches
Dwelling on the love and wisdom that you brought.
So - my dear, dear friend
I refuse to say farewell, adieu
But I will say thank you for being a friend
And I’ll raise a glass to the likes of you.
Pauline Miller xxx