Even now,

Even now,

Hazy hills look down

On a changing face

The lowlands

Once were green and gold

Until the yellow of rapeseed

Filled fallow fields

With a different perspective

A changing sign of times

When hedgerows replaced fences

And bold lovers could find

The heat of passion

Hidden from view in a ripened field

As bright as morning sunlight

Old hills never look the same

As days pass seasons change

The sun and moon converse

There is no preoccupation

Or speculation

At the slowness of their decline

Everything is inevitable

As landscapes continue

To move south, as once

Amid the bygones, did slide

Ancient glaciers,

Melting in the noon day sun

Before reforming.

What we together looked upon

Has all but changed

Though it may look much the same

The subtle differences

Are there to be seen

If I could bear but look

Without your faith to guide me

I kiss the ring

That hangs on a chain

About my neck

And lies

Atop the hole in my heart

Nothing is the same

Everything is different

Even as all is,

As all is supposed to be,

There is splendour

In the moment of remembering

Without it I could never appreciate

The subtlest shade

Of difference

That keeps everything

Remaining

In its place

For the longest time

Out of mind.