Poem For Sunday

Lavender Blue
(Pinkie Remembers Him Singing)

Blue Boy, your voice still haunts me like old grief,
etched on my heart, though time has stilled our songs.
Never beneath these skies shall we two meet
to sing or laugh again, and yet how long
have I clung to these harmonies I hear!
Old melodies, with each note clear as truth
move with my life, and make the passing years
enchanted as our days of dreaming youth
when first I heard your voice, and saw the glow
of your dark eyes in quest of some high trail
over the hills and far away. And oh,
dear Blue, I hope you found your holy grail!

By JRC, February 1995