A Lover Not A Fighter Poem by Terry Robert

Now it's spiritual, I love you in my dreams,
on the misty slopes of heaven where nothing's as it seems,
we made our own plan as Chopin played a tune,
waved to you, as we travelled past the moon.

Remember when we didn't go out for a mission,
a perfect reason for love and self-isolation;
now they say: 'How can you stay together all day? '
Because we are formidable, a blend like Chardonnay.

We gave in to each other, in lovely evening light,
the noughts didn't matter because the crosses were alright,
there's the 'rub, 'a peak is worth a million troughs,
a 'both'smile, childlike, as scent of flavour wafts.

Even when you're gone, still here in sunshine and shadow,
I touch the space, pastel air, Da Vinci green and yellow.