Alone in Andy Haydon Park

Alone in Andy Haydon Park

 

I dreamt you walked with me

 

Along the open shore,

 

The cool refreshing breeze blowing in from up the river,

 

The multi-coloured sails just dancing on the waves

 

And the clear blue sky above our heads

 

But tinged with streaks of cotton clouds.

 

This would be a landscape for our love

 

As arm in arm, we’d stroll and stop to kiss

 

Your tongue as tender as a gentle touch,

 

Your lips the open call to

 

Breathe in slowly and inhale our joint perfume.

 

A young girl would scoot by and shyly stare

 

At two old folk still enwrapped in passion.

 

And as we walked, we’d meet young couples

 

And greet them smiling

 

As members of a common secret club

 

That held its meetings on the shoreline.

 

 

The sinking sun would keep the air still tinged with warmth

 

And we would sit on the wooden bench

 

Below the rustic, rusty waterfall that fed the

 

Quiet pond where ducks and geese and herons swam,

 

The seagulls flying quiet overhead

Abashed by jets that soared much higher.

 

And there would be women by the waterfall

 

Who took our photo

 

And children playing with their boats

 

As silent as a picture.

 

And I would hold your face between my hands

 

And lose myself in looking

 

Until I kissed you one last time

 

And was woken by the traffic

 

And feel the emptiness of being by myself

 

In Andrew Haydon Park.