Reposted in memory of
Elizabeth Roberts, 1915-2012.
I dreamt about a distant place,
All white, yet strangely warm;
Where all was elegance and grace:
There was presence but no form.
Into this quiet and peaceful scene
A man stepped into view;
Handsome, strong and cut quite clean.
A woman stood there, too.
He looked at her, and with a smile,
Remembered when they’d wed;
“I’m glad you’ve come. It’s been a while.”
“A friend sent me” she said.
Happy with the eons spanned
They embraced and gently kissed;
Then they turned, and hand in hand,
Slipped off into the mist.
© J Cosmo Newbery 2012