I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish you sat on the sofa
and I sat near.
The handkerchief could be yours,
the tear could be mine, chin-bound.
Though it could be, of course,
the other way around.
I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish we were in my car
and you'd shift the gear.
We'd find ourselves elsewhere,
on an unknown shore.
Or else we'd repair
to where we've been before.
I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish I knew no astronomy
when stars appear,
when the moon skims the water
that sighs and shifts in its slumber.
I wish it were still a quarter
to dial your number.
I wish you were here, dear,
in this hemisphere,
as I sit on the porch
sipping a beer.
It's evening, the sun is setting;
boys shout and gulls are crying.
What's the point of forgetting
if it's followed by dying?
I'm sorry I didn't meet this great poet but anyway I like this song.Thankfully his work lives on.
The last line is profound and hit me like a low tree branch. I have been mourning the death of my dear mother to Alzheimers. How she suffered because she couldn't remember so many event, people in her long life. And her forgetting hurt me too. Now I see memory in a different light altogether. Why torture ourselves? Death puts it all in perspective. We all can life in the present until we are no longer present, right?
Sandra, how interesting to find your comment here on a poem I love. His question, what's the point of forgetting...one I grapple with, we all do.
I wish you were here, dear, I wish you were here. I wish you sat on the sofa and I sat near. The handkerchief could be yours, the tear could be mine, chin-bound..............so sweetest and so saddest. This poem touched my heart and soul
Lovely and very passionate poem. Very heartfelt with strong emotions................
' It's evening, the sun is setting; boys shout and gulls are crying. What's the point of forgetting if it's followed by dying? '.......Very expressive lines! Sad and touching!
awww...thats really sweet