Your Face Poem by Paul Reed

'Here be friends...
Here be heroes...
Here be sunshine...
Here be grey...
Here be life...
Here love lies bleeding...
Memories so hazy...
And dreams that drove me crazy

Here be down...
Here be paradise...
Here be starbright...
Here be pain...
Here be smiles in eyes like rainbows...
My father and my mother...
My sisters and my brother
Pictured within'

- Jon Lord



I have no graveside to visit

No sombre place where the grass just grows

No hallowed ground with sadness implicit

No flower holder for a rose



Nowhere to stand in silence and remember

Nowhere to listen to the fall of rain

No headstone, ashes or dying ember

Nowhere to go and feel the pain



Instead I will find quietness somewhere

Instead I will make my own place

Where the soft breezes or high winds rare

Will help me to envisage your face