“Never shall I forget the days I spent with you . Continue to be my friend, as you will always find me yours.”
-Ludwig Van Beethoven
She made it to these shores
like so many of us,
Looking for answers,
that we already had,
discovering instead that it’s about
re-framing the question.
Paradise lost, sanctuary found,
if only for the proverbial moment ,
living large while
pining for other places.
beneath the meniscus of here and now,
Nirvana seekers in the big blue,
nitrogen; our drug of choice.
Escaping the cacophony of life,
in the sound of our bubbles,
whilst the mind noise drones on.
In a constellation of shifting souls
she was there when I needed a friend,
still, fate’s gravitational pull
keeping us in our respective orbits.
I was there when she folded,
took her signature Volvo,
sold it for a song,
melody still plays in my head.
Miles removed, connection intact
John Deeres throb on,
the taste lingers on my tongue,
diesel engines and cheesecakes.
Copyright © Henri Ferguson 2012