yvette smith (LONDON)

Love is not that simple

Not as simple as,

Love is?

Yet I remember you,

In and out of love,

Nothing lost

That is not gained

Yes I remember you,

In and out of love

In a year full of famine

Finding you here

Standing in the midst of war

After the rain

And the dance of lost chances

I remember you standing here

As clear as a picture

Brighter than those days now gone

Moving in and out of love

Like shadows

In and out like waves across the sun

So much to live for

So much richness found in famine

And love is, and love was,

Never quite here

Never quite gone

yvette smith july 09