A poem I have written for my dear wife Laurette.
Walking with Memories
With every breath and step I take, memories comes to mind
Of people, places, events and faces and then I always find
One memory comes shining through, a face in a flower
A heaven in a bloom, a smile in my memory, a voice in the air
My hand reaches out and you are there.
…and you are there.
Another step on the path, there's a sign I've seen
To the land that once might have been
Hold those memories that fit the dream
Cherish the times that have really been
And Walk to the sea, climb to the hills
To the beach beyond, I know how it feels.
There’s a face in my memory, a voice in the air
My hand reaches out and you are there.
Then I close my eyes to find a sweet dream
And visit that land that might have been.
. . . . that might have been
I dream of a land that lies ahead
It's in my mind, in my head
Love is real is this changing scene
I know that land is not a dream
As I walk to the sea, climb to the hills
To the beach beyond, I know how it feels
There's a face in my memory, a voice in the air
My hand reaches out and you are there.
. . . you are there.
John Rogers
9th February 2023
I wrote this song in 1973 for my wife, Laurette, when we lived in Soham, Cambridgeshire and it was added to and revised in 1987 and recorded in 2002-3 at Penfeidr in Pembrokeshire. John x
It can be found at. https://oldblokeinwales.bandcamp.com/track/infinity-sings
Infinity
Looking now in a different way
and wanting to really say
All those things that I always knew,
about those days do you remember them too? - they were our yesterdays.
Life has changed and time has passed,
the stage is set for a brand new cast
Who step out today from the crowd
and will tell the world, and shout out loud - about our yesterdays.
Tomorrow will soon be gone,
no one will ever remember our song
That sings of nothing new or old
but lets the story of love unfold - back in our yesterdays.
Come fly into the unknown with me
to the golden shore that we will see
In the mist of time, it’s hidden within
as if tomorrow just waits to begin - as our yesterday.
To go back in time, back in time they say
is impossible in anyway
But looking now back into the past,
I know our future can only last - for ever.
John
26th March 2021
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Sent by MuchLoved on 02/02/2021