Silver Kettle

 I can see the reflections of your years

Fading as I count them one by one

There is now a secrecy within you

Which you will not share

 

Hungarian Journey

In my dream I was travelling to a football match in Hungary

I was chatting to some of the rival supporters

Who expressed great admiration for my team

We swapped scarves as we entered a small town by the sea

Which I recognised immediately as I had been there before

With you and the children in our previous years

We stopped for a while and I visited our apartment

Nothing had changed within the small sunlit room

This did not fool me as I knew that my dream was beginning to fade