Farewell To Islay Comments

Very well priced flow of poesy......

Comment under written in early 2014 after I'd spoken on the phone (for work related reasons) to a shopkeeper on Islay who knew May and her family...

I heard you'd never married From a stranger yesterday Exactly forty years have passed Since I last saw your face The snow was falling lightly As we strolled through Kelvinbridge One afternoon in wintertime When we were both still kids She said you took up nursing And you've built a house at home While I continued nurturing The art of letting go I climbed the pointless mountains Of ambition and conceit I fell in love and fell back out Walked both sides of the street They say the sea is bluer Where the great Atlantic roars And out of sight means out of mind It isn't true, of course. That tenement is down now Only memories can frame That first floor flat in Eldon street Where I first spoke your name The vanity of beauty should forbid me to suggest you stood alone, without compare but, I was prejudiced With Islay in the distance Ringing softly like a bell I pretended not to listen But couldn't break its spell Now Kelvingrove is snowbound And the QM Halls are gone But yesterday keeps coming round Though time keeps moving on They say the sea is bluer Where the great Atlantic roars And out of sight means out of mind It isn't true, of course. (song)

Hi Jim, I liked this sincerity of yours internal voices: 'What is it that really matters here? I might have asked myself. But all of my so called intellect was aloft, on blind wings or juggling mindlessly on lower tracks I could not jump and in the end I let it all go; ' Also this an excellent picture: 'pale blue eyes through flakes of snow.' For which really costs mourning... and regret.... Tsira.