For Chris

Your words cast a shadow,
linking the living & the dead,
I will jump across the years,
to reflect your innermost fears,
drag my breathing away from tears.

A passing air at sunset,
a glance across your page,
the heavy thump of midnight,
the dreaming of your grave.

Childhood memories beset you,
drawn from lost time’s distant drum,
visions of a time of careless ease,
when you were having fun,
with those you loved around you,
on Sunny Beach, in summer sun….