Even when you were struck down
beyond the memory of your name
when your hair and elephants were strange to you
when you didn’t recognise
that beautiful woman at your bedside,
you couldn’t keep your eyes off her.
And although you couldn’t speak
and didn’t know who she was
your eyes kept following her
falling into that tingling wordless possibility
of love, offered and returned,
all over again.
(For Soren de Selby and Velma Bowen) 16th May 2011