Walking Past (St Chad's to the Marina)

Youth is calling me back on it -
Times a flourish with yellows,
Greens brown white and blue -
before the world turns black.

The waterfront years on top of jetties,
The people running among sail boats,
The air kissed with the blue of the bottom flash
And ripples rolling a gentle rhythm.

And we played happily against the water,
Drunk on its mellifluous motion of interaction
With the sun just above the water
It glittered and flittered and flitted

Salubrious like diamonds mingled with white light,
The air making us sing our joys
And we couldn’t help it - walking back from
The marina over halcyon fields.