On a miserable, rainy, mid-winter day in Guernsey I seek escape in memories of a glorious summer in the Lot Valley barely two years ago, when we took for granted the freedom to travel, unhindered by the inevitable restrictions that a global pandemic imposes on us.
Will those golden days ever return?
INTOXICATION
Drunk
with love,
we disregarded
the ever-growing weight of time
and, for an hour or more,
were happy there
beside the sunflower-yellow fields,
our hands, a slender bridge
between two hearts.
Above us swallows
wheeled and spun
as though they were unwinding thread
from an incredible blue gown.
Just lovely, we now travel through our memories, where colour never fades...
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