Just Another Kind Of Love Poem by Rani Turton

Distant are the intense years of analysing emotions
So far from all that I learnt and taught; but prevailing
And walking slowly through a mist, another kind of love
And whatever the coming years can bring along.

School bells ring. Footsteps on stairs.
I have changed utterly but is that so?
Do the artists still gather by lamplight
In the distant countryside? Does the river still flow, slow?

Storms would come. Melted candles wait ready on wooden table tops.
Light a match, do. Let me see your face
In the flickering light. Let me hear your voice
In this soft silence. The mist will roll up
When the sun rises. I will write a poem or two
If inspiration so stikes. I will think of tomorrow;
Just another kind of love to reveal facets
Of life and living, love and giving.




Copyright: Rani Turton