"Its All Yours"

The sun the moon and the stars, that I've collected just for, you
as I was standing by the river side, waiting, waiting for you!
I saw you picking those flowers from underneath that tree, 
those yellow petals the colour of the sun, of the corn of the full moon 

reminding me of the wonderful time that we spent punting on the river...
in between the shops coffee shops or what have you,
people walking hurriedly like busy bees, and those cycling by,
so I slowly walk by, crossing that small river close to me...

the scent of those flowers, soaked in the morning dew,
it was so heady that I just followed my nose, and found you...
along those tracks another country, another border.
The signs were all wrong, that tinge of red far, far away

the abandoned desolate buildings, that once were so alive...
as I walk the foothills you come to a house,
where its said once a war was fought here about's,
as I pass through, you see moments framed in time...

with those petals in my hands, I sat on the bench once
when many moons ago, I sat in the shadows,
shades of memories, of that day to this day...
a room dimly lit in the shadows of the night,

in the sky, the purple sun and grey pebbles, on the tracks...
I sketched the landscape stretching before me,
remembering it was here about, that I wrote my very first poetry,
as I stand over the river I offer those yellow petals to the river

that's flowing unhurriedly, as the moon above shining just for me,
Uttering dreamily, it's all yours. 

                                        By Connie James...