A
Vague
Tremor
In
The
Air,
A
Sense
Of
Lightness,
And
He
Is
Once
More
There.
In
My
Heart,
I remember
Breathless
Hours
Sheltering
From
England’s
Lazy
Showers,
In
Oxford’s
Patterned
Fields.
A
Thousand
Needs
Rose
And
Were
Fulfilled
Among
Wild
Flowers
And
The
Dark
Green
Scent
Of
Crushed
Weeds,
And
We
Were
One,
Until
He
Was
Gone.