Poured into Light
 
I often busked to some cassette.
   She stopped to hear me play.
I offered her a cigarette.
   She took it straight away.
She’d fallen for me from the start,
   could tell it at first sight.
She etched her beauty on my heart.
   I poured it into light.
 
Neither of us had a home
   except for inner peace,
so I was on my way to Rome,
    and she was off to Greece.
But we upset the applecart,
   turned lovers overnight.
She etched her beauty on my heart.
   I poured it into light.
 
We moved to where she’d spent her youth,
   and she became my wife.
She was devoted to the truth
   and led a simple life.
She made me proud to do my part
   and taught me how to fight.
She etched her beauty on my heart.
   I poured it into light.
 
I’m sad to say that she’s now gone,
   no longer on this earth.
Yet somehow she still lingers on,
   whatever that is worth.
She was as sweet as she was smart,
   so generous and bright
she etched her beauty on my heart.
   I poured it into light.
 
Duncan Gillies MacLaurin

 
If you have any thoughts on this poem, Duncan Gillies MacLaurin would be pleased to hear them.