Painted Reflections
While walking down a cobbled street
reading a book or two,
there came to mind in an offbeat way
painted reflections of you -
..... the way you smile
..... your hair in the wind.
While sitting in a country lane
mending my old canoe,
there came my way in a hazy light
painted reflections of you -
..... a tear on your cheek
..... your song of joy.
While riding along a muddy road
pedaling out of cue,
there came to pass across my eyes
painted reflections of you -
..... your hand in my hand
..... your sighs in the dark.
And when I reached a cul de sac
coloured a pale blue,
they came, ebbing from my weary head,
painted reflections of you -
..... yours whispers in my ear
..... and your love that's gone.
(C) Denys Ruak 1971
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