"...I WOULD GIVE YOU BACK YOURSELF..."

( for Jeremy Lyons )

Here in our summer
is Edward's thrush

as it "twiddles its song."
perhaps the very same one

flying through time
from mind to mind.

Here in this moment
I see through Thomas's eyes

that I "have two
million things to learn."

I walking across the landscape
of his thought.

I too forever" in pursuit
of spring."

Time holds us
in his hand

man and bird
sharing the same moment.

The shell blast
over Arras

as Easter commences
its offensive.

The man you were
lost  in light and twilight

I following in the footsteps
of your words.