For an Oxford friend

YOU MY MEMORY
for dale horne in appreciation of poetic advice.

You were a secret I could not hold

a wish written on old bark found near a mountain chapel

you were the prayer said among stones and the darkest sea

words and musical notes to guide hearts,

you were mist once floating above fountains and quads

no one wrote for you, to you, but night came, and candles burned,

You were the cities we forgot to visit but only watched from train cars

letting the breeze go thru our bodies, our faces

you were the poem I left on a bench near Hampstead Heath

left it for memories and the future that had missed me.