by John Yeo
Thoughts drift as I lie here,
I remember my days at school.
Wooden desks and dipping pens,
Playtime in the playground.
“Wake up John! Please come back.
”The distant words hardly penetrate
My dreamy haze of thought.
I swing from the present, back in time.
I remember the country lanes as a boy,
The sun always seemed to shine.
Fishing with a pole on the local canal,
Then on to secondary school.
My mind jolts as the voice repeats,
“Wake up John! Please come back."
I swing from the past to the present,
Then I swing into dreaming again.
“Open your eyes John, I am here”
I swing back to the now with love.
The healing sound of love in your voice,
“Come back please, I need you here! “
You stroke my head, my mind swings forward,
I take your tender hand.
“I am never going to leave you, ever,
I am sure you understand.”
Written for Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic asides blog on “Writers Digest”