Washed Away

By 26th September 2014December 9th, 2019No Comments

As Heavens opened up in sweet surprise
To cool the evening air and bathe my form
Twas then didst shelter seek, Neath dark’ning skies
Yet there thou stood; my ‘island in the storm’
With face upturned to greet the cleansing pour
Thine countenance betrayed held memory
Of youthful days; perchance e’en sensed amour
In thrall was I, imagining twere me
Midst twirling dance engaged with times gone by
Anon, wouldst notice me and laugh out loud
Then bid pray come; tho’ I was wont to try
Tis how we met, two strangers in the crowd
No cares had we that day our tryst was made
No thought twud ever rain on our parade

Richard Gildea

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