The Kiss At the Tor - Full Version
Notes: Part 1 of The kiss at the tor was the first poem I ever posted on the Soup.
Some time later, my life changed and I was moved to write an alternative version.
I always thought I had posted the second part as a separate poem but, on discovering
that I never did, I have combined the two as a poem of two parts here...
The kiss at the tor (Part 1)
My soul was on fire, as I entered the wood
By the old rusty gate, which silently stood
Absorbing history, making no choice
Passing no judgement, adding no voice
The rough ancient path, veined with roots
To test my step, or scuff my boots
Unhurriedly followed the line of the brook
But this was not the path I took
I turned to the right, climbed up through the trees
Where bracken and brambles tugged at my knees
‘til I reached the edge of the open moor
And strode on up to the lonely tor
Where first we kissed on that moonlit night
Where you held me close, as I held you tight
That was the moment I was truly born
My life before you had been tattered and torn
You gave me the courage to truly be me
You gave me your love unconditionally
Yes, my soul was on fire, as you came into view
On the edge of the rock, by the magical yew
And I knew, as then, you were only her ghost
The spirit of the one I have loved the most
The kissing gate (The kiss at the tor – Part 2)
My heart was aglow, as we entered the wood
By the kissing gate, that silently stood
Preserving the memory, of all those who passed
We were not the first, and we’ll not be the last
The soft grassy path, in shafts of light
Caused us to miss, the rough track to the right
Inviting us on, as it slowly took
The meandering line, of the boulder strewn brook
Spirit and power, now came from the trees
The canopy rustled, in the warm summer breeze
While beyond the forest, on the high heather moor
The grit stone crags, of the lonely tor
Acknowledged our kiss, in the broad daylight
While you held me close, and I held you tight
This was the day I was truly born
My life no longer tattered and torn
Your love was the gift that set me free
The love that you gave unconditionally
Yes, my heart is aglow, with a love so true
Freely given, by this magical you
Now, as never, I am rid of the ghost
And with the one I love the most
Copyright © Nigel Fawcett | Year Posted 2015
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