Nostalgia

There was a moment
when we might
have paused
together in the
respite of some
shaded isle
and shared a lifetime
of sorrows and of joy.

Sadly,
though
we passed
like shadows
of a train
dappled
on white-wheated
fields of grain
in sunshine bled of colour.

You and I
it seems
was nothing more
than whimsy
and a thought
within a dream.

© Eleanor Clark
6 September, 2014