Shifting sands

 Sometimes I can't fight the petulant mood

Of having you far away as it does you suit

And I think of your blue canopy

And your earthy slip-ons and your safari shades

And the carpet of stars we took walks on

Hand in hand through washy waters and shifting sands

And the brilliant sun of life then does shine on me

And I simmer in its glow with hope

That the sun will rise again

And the rain will once again 

Wash away the pain

And your moustache will once again tickle

And your voice so golden will rumble

Again through nights of sordidness

And I hope that I will then

Find the sun as you ring

With melodies into my life

Your flavour and your fragrance

Wafting through the many colours of loving and staying alive.