Amongst a chatting crowd of recent friends
I am caught out by long forgotten memories.
From this high point
Drawn by rolling Surrey hills
Back to days less sound.
Forgotten fragility of new love
Despair of imagined loss
The joy of being wrong
And from this high point
I draw back and see
The rolling years
Dotted with torments
Sparkling with sunlit joys
And warmed by your smile.