The Punching Bag

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Wednesday, February 16, 2011

The Echo

It resonates in my ear

Foraying deep unto me

At the ridge whence I’m stood

An echo that bounces off

Into London’s singing summer skies

A whisper of my name from somewhere below

Ricocheting against the balmy breeze

Lapping up against my tresses

A call that transports me back

To the vestiges of innocence


I revisit my abandoned childhood

As I peer down to see you

Gazing skyward from a dune below

With an outstretched arm

A smile of anticipated excitement

Lights up your visage

Not unlike the golden sunshine

Fanning beyond my shoulders

Yet, a sliver of faint trepidation

Clouds over your eyes

Not unlike the grey sea-horse

From the murky waters beyond

Your countenance haunts me

Froths over the core of my being

Embracing me in a magical cadence


I know then what I must do

Stretching myself to the Lees,

I lean forward to seek your hand

To pull you up to the ridge whence I’m stood

Lo and behold, you join me then

To gaze at the breathtaking view

That unfolds before our vision

Huddled together in an indefinable space

That belongs to you and me

Nought else but you and me

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