Peterborough

by Sharon Mcintyre (Mitchell)
(Broken Hill, NSW, Australia )

Silhouette upon the moon,
Haunting echoes pierce the night.
Time drifts back, to take me where
Love used to be.

Swirling sands,
Cragged rocks,
Squawrking gulls,
and sweet, salt air

You played your harp well,
‘Gainst the camp fire’s fury.
We sang along in perfect union;
Inva, John, Tom and I.

And while the embers slowly died,
We sat alone; just you and I.