Summer ''74

             Summer ‘74

I remember the first time we met

That mysterious presence in my room

I knew it wasn’t Vishnu or fana

Krishna, samadhi or nirvana,

I knew it was you

-I want to see you now

But not then- I was too afraid   

I might have died if you had stayed

Not daring to breath

What now?

First things first

Everything in its proper place;

I held my breath and my tongue

For you were there

At 2 Devonshire Road East

In my bedroom.

You didn’t speak but I knew

Something was happening to me

And  my life would never be the same again,

Recalling this reminds me of an evening

In the Winter of ‘66

As usual I’d been in the library after school 

The “Paranormal & Occult” section was fascinating stuff

But as I stepped onto the Hasland bus to go home

I crossed a threshold into

A place of lost innocence as I realised

The universe was full of dark forces and even darker beings

I was afraid

Life would never be the same

There was nothing I could do

But here in the summer of ’74

The fear if anything was more

But there was every thing to do

                                                  WILF 07 08

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