lost in europe poem

• LOST IN EUROPE my new poem

   If we took a walk down the river , we would start at the source ,a spring then.
  
  This stream flows across the Common and kisses with laughter , a tributary , under the railway embankment.
  
  Across the wide flat lands there is a group of allotments ,
  
  the soil fertile from the Ice Age
  
  and more recent accumulations of love done and finished in the marshes.
  
  And
  
  I had one romantic dream
  
  and designed a perfect trip through Europe,
  
  a "story" I wish I could re-read, re-watch, and re-live over and over again
  
  backwards the rest of my life.
  
  A "story" to compensate her back for in return.
  
  Across all the forgotten places of Europe I took her with me,
  
  by cottages with old people and by streams where life just went on in silence,
  
  the old peoples love long extinquished by memory but not by nearness
  
  and one day they were you and me

   
  old people like this as you passsed on trains in places you would never see again , they will be

   

   you and me, and love will be extinquished
  
  but nearness will continue
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