Beyond the beach where I planted a dream - Just to the south - There is a special place, quite beautiful The place Stevie was laid to rest in the sky and the sun and waves He is in the cosmos now Watching us and helping us. I am so sad - but he stops me from being so. Planted in our memory.
These past few days that beach has kept company with me. For several days now I wondered why.
Then it came to me – I had planted a dream on the coast.
My mind’s eye easily travels back. Its footprint lies in the sand. It is also formed of a memory of conversations in the driftwood and the seashells, the small snatched moments of visits, the embrace of a time with a shared childhood.
The roar of the waves in their forever, drawn in the night, meeting the dawn. No picture of the beach is ever the same. Yet the familiar has a feel of a forever that will go beyond my time and space – when I return to the dream planted and the light falls out of the sky.
You passed through early this morning - I woke from a dream. There was no light in the sky. It's winter here. They say - is it a comfort? - that darkness is important so you can imagine light But when in the middle though I am not able to bear it. As you called by this morning I heard you say, 'See you in the future' - That light you gave, big and broad, wide Filling the room. Before, I - we - had no warning of the coming darkness. Now, the future is not what I thought it would be: Something for which we had No preparation - a massive body blow really Beaten up by the news, black and blue. And yet - as you walked by this morning I saw your light
Photograph used by kind permission of allysoally.wordpress.com