Paul Bramley

From a Letter You Started

Last night we waited on
the favour to return. You
have to walk all day for
a fear like that I found.
Out of views withheld in
vastness without degree to
some especially now could
be rekindled across the boulders
strewn with headlines for us
all a typical trickle homeward
to our havens of comma and
semi-colon and lies. Last night
I dreamt of us while round
the tarn we must still lay.
You have to climb up steps
eight hours bid with time
to descend like a lake in
heedless exhilaration you'll
approach me as your own again.