Guido Blokland

I watched you
drift away
out of sight
as I moved off
...

Yes I can still see you
in the doorway of your little house
the evening sunshine
behind your welcoming smile
...

Although the days' length extends
your days grow shorter
although manfully battling on
the fatigue creeps closer
...

It's quiet
this Saturday
the wind rustles
through the branches
...

Rolling ashore
languidly
thundering
incessantly
...

The great open skies
opened up each morning
whether to sunshine
or to teeming rain
...

As daylight fades
from Henneth Annun,
the Window of the West,
...

Those who went on ahead
are around me tonight
I feel their presence
I feel their soul
...

Stumbling through darkness
your voice guides me
towards the door
leading into light
...

It pains me to watch
as you move down
the path of years
rock strewn as it is
...

My mind crosses south
beyond the confines
of the arboreal
pale light
...

My thoughts drift south
to the old cottage
on the lonely moor
where the owls yet swoop
...

Five months have passed
Six years have passed
As spring springs
and the light widens
...