BLESSED MEMORIES

Nov 1979


I lay in my room all alone in the dark
the night pressing down on my memories stark
In desperation and pain I call to my aid
a vision of you standing just in the shade

I call once again and the sunlight plays
on your auburn hair afire in it's rays
softly shading the curves of your face
Your mother's precious gift to the whole human race

Your eyes are soft pools of compassionate reflection
regarding the world in quiet introspection
They are haughty and proud, yet in some way demure
your thought so secluded seems gentle and pure

Friends have I few in this crowded world
yet great is the distance my dreams have been hurled
Yes I'll count my blessings in dreams and not gold
for the girl in my dreams is warm and not cold.

The darkness has gone and light floods my mind
yet memory lingers like scent on the wind
The picture has gone, and I stand once more tall
for I know that you'll come, whenever I call.




one of my earlier ones, I always liked it but then I'm biased

Graham Hyett (Guernsey)