The Return - A Poem

Did you wait until the earth was dry 

So the sun would warm our tears?

Did you slip away in the light of spring 

So we couldn’t see you leave?

I feel you drift away in the gentle breeze 

As all our lives stop still

And as you lay back down upon the ground

I climb high upon a hill

Your shadow falls across each step I pass 

The lake reflects the world like glass

Birds circle and cry beneath my feet

What a desolate but perfect place to sleep 

Your life touches mine and then I see 

That there is much of you in me 

I glance back down to mourn the view 

It’s not my time to climb as high as you

I know it’s time for you to go your way

And you’re leaving me in this glorious day

And so I weep goodbye and I wish you well

One day we’ll meet again upon this fell

Nisha P Postlethwaite is author of 'The First Sense' fiction eBook based in the Lake District and Cumbria, available from several online retailers. To find out more visit www.nppostlethwaite.com