It is restful

It is restful

Sitting beneath a watery sun

Nursing a heavy lead crystal

Glass fit for a single malt

Infused ice tumbling gently with every sip

It is not warm

But not cold either

The wind swirls by

Seeking direction

A wayward delinquent

In search of an escape route

Never short of an opinion

The huff and puff

Not worth the time it takes

To register an interest

What would you say

If you were here

I often wonder if my sense

Of you is correct

I always thought it was

But you have given me so much

To ponder over the years

You might be bored

With my misrepresentation

The truth of you

Is much more complicated

Than the ramblings

Of an old man

Too wrapped up in failings

To taste the sweetness

In the air

Dismissed as imagination

But you would know

If the weather has turned

The garden

Was always a haven

Even now

Everytime I take a moment

To listen

I can hear the tangle of

Wind chimes

Announcing your arrival