Richard John Lewis

And, where I learned the things I “know”,
I find it hard to say –
Between the mists of long ago
And somewhere…

Although you went in search of truth
And travelled near and far,
Nobody in your very youth
Expressed how…

And, even if I took a break
From old, established ways,
I’m in no doubt that I’d still take
The time…

And, though you think you’ll never speak
As golden poets do,
That doesn’t mean your voice is weak
Or you

And, when I think, I think of you
And all your many charms:
Your eyes that sparkle like the dew,
Your warm…

And do you watch the way I eat
And pick up every crumb?
Or do you see me scratch my feet
And ask…

When all your structures are in place
And all the pills used up,
You’ll settle in a state of grace
Like water…

And drinking down a draught of you
Reminds me of these things:
A summer morning’s sparkling dew,
The wine…

And, when the moon is full
(And even when it’s not),
I feel its ancient pull
On everything…

Nobody’s looked love in the face
Who hasn’t looked in yours;
It’s why all pilgrims follow grace
And leave…