34.) Remember Me, He'd Said . . .

‘Remember Me,’ he’d said...

And he scratched it on the wooden bridge

For all to see,

The footbridge that spans the narrow bend

Of a muddy cove, near where I live,

Where the mauve-blue periwinkles hide

Perennial, peeping, beneath the dark trees

Hiding more than I should care others to see

Life – lived in full – beyond the barrier skin

A cornucopia held of candled love in trust –

On the other side – beyond the crystal sky

A cask of joy, unknown – rejected here:

Being of such a nature, on this sightless earth

That could not be spoken of – lawless here

But in paradise, part-gift of the white stone

The glorious infinity of the third heaven

What the wrong ones find and know in truth

The right ones refuse and turn from in disgust

Numbered with the transgressors the lover is

Who delights that the prey is as the foe:

All goodness on the other side is turned around

We know not what it truly is at all.

And the words engraved – on the wooden rail

Tell their tale of love, broad as the crystal sky above

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