Always Walk with Me
Always walk with me
Only you in all the world
Can lift my spirit high.
We used to love in winter
To wander in the dark-bright night
Rather than settle by the grate.
We can renounce
The old forlorn displeasures.
The clouds hide nothing in the sky
Except the mad old moon, their willing captive.
Always talk with me
Only you in all the world
Can comprehend my gist.
Recalling how we managed
To frolic in the sun-lit woods
Rather than wallow in the fields.
With thanks to and respect for Emily Brontë.
Unsurprisingly there are many poets that I admire and hope to emulate in some way. For this poem I have taken a lead from one of the greatest, namely Emily Brontë. Her sister Anne is buried in the town in which I live and she will have known it well. Having read so much written by her and her sisters my visit to Haworth a year or so ago was like plugging into a power source and switching it on.
I claim no comparison in quality, but I am happy with this poem and its owning up to the need for love and close friendship.