A stream flowed beneath
an atmosphere of leaves,
time-remembered scenes
with trodden pathways
half-hidden away.
The scent of tangled growth,
yellow light piercing
the music of the heart.
It was an afternoon
when all I wanted was you,
and for familiar time
to stand still
over us, there we stood
side by side,
sharing this life's
fraction of breath,
our hands clasped
as one.
an atmosphere of leaves,
time-remembered scenes
with trodden pathways
half-hidden away.
The scent of tangled growth,
yellow light piercing
the music of the heart.
It was an afternoon
when all I wanted was you,
and for familiar time
to stand still
over us, there we stood
side by side,
sharing this life's
fraction of breath,
our hands clasped
as one.
Byron Beynon lives in Wales. His work has appeared in several publications including Poppy Road Review, North of Oxford, The Grey Sparrow, The London Magazine, Poetry Ireland Review and Poetry Wales. Collections include The Sundial (Flutter Press), Nocturne in Blue (Lapwing Publications) and The Echoing Coastline (Agenda Editions). His selected poems appeared in 2018 (Bilingual: English/Romanian - published by Bibliotecha Universalis/Collectiile/ Revistei "Orizont Literar Contemporan", translations by Dr Monica Manolachi, University of Bucharest).
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