Andrew Fincham Poems
|43.||For Bilawal Bhutto Zardari||2/8/2008|
|44.||The Historian (Donjon De Vaison)||2/8/2008|
|45.||Seasons (For Mel)||3/23/2009|
|46.||Sunshine (Shipston On Stour)||3/23/2009|
|47.||Second Hand Prague||10/25/2006|
|49.||A Transformation (Easter Snow)||4/21/2008|
|52.||Before (In A Dream)||12/27/2004|
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When I think of all I've ever wanted to do
It all comes back to you,
Whom I've loved.
Where years could pass in a look -
a hand -
a view -
To be over
In an afternoon.
One waiting second:
What can you say,
To we who were together for one day?
An afternoon was longer in your arm around my waist
and your breath cold wreathing about my face
and your eyes love.
These I have missed so much.
Hope hid in a corner
While a naked day
Unfolded in emptiness.
A sea-grey sky
Faded to pink.
And the green-black