I walked with you in time suspended
in a country far from strife
where in the gentle coastal breeze
flowering grasses bent their plumes
to the Punic thistle blooms ..
and sweet was life ..
in the meadow mallows flourished
in a haze of lilac-pink;
and a wind-swept rowan tree
held its orange berries close
like those silent thoughts we each did think.
Through a screen of blackthorn leaves
we looked out upon the ocean
with its immensity of blue ..
just two figures in a landscape
amid butterflies and sloes,
walking in our waking dreams
as now it seems … .