It Was

by Ali Guduf

Splashes, as petter patter feet splatter
To this soil on mine feet gather
Pictures of coats, once placed on ponds, beneath ladies’ feet, protecting honour
As mine and me’s dreams wander
I wonder to details seen afar forgotten
Without a fight, laid askew, to memories conscious forgot
I hold on,hold on as only desperate I take breath
To misty fog,to cold welcoming heat,to rays through haze scribbling back to life
You and me,shown yet seen,hidden let found
Gracious grazing fields
Only elegant your shimmer lasts
It casts a never dimming light as it so pasts
If it was not for
For was it only
It was, was it not…