BABY IN THE MORNING
©Trev Teasdel Coventry June 1970


Baby in the morning
when our friendship was just forming
I remember your eyes
wide as Lily ponds
that sit beneath the meadow hill.
And your hair, blond as a Daffodil
Flowing so freely in the air.
like a poem by Walter De La Mare.
And i see the love you wore
like a cloak worn in summertime,
only to be discarded
when autumn leaves
were falling like leaflets from a plane.
And how your promises were like
ocean waves crashing down upon the beach.
like fallin’ a hollow tree.
And our fortress in the air
where I was king and you were queen
fell victim to the ever flowing stream of changes
that besieged our treasured bliss.
like moths upon a suit.
And I’m sitting wondering why,
trying to catch a reason.
But reasons are like dust upon a shelf.
And now it’s nearly morning
and it’s tear drops that are forming.
and I’m still trying to reason why
we let our toast get brown.