Cleaning off my motorcycle journey

The door opened, you appeared

And your face moved

In recognition

And with that little movement

That vision of your elfin face

-Rounded forehead

Dark eyebrows

Determined bone-structure,

The whole unconscious experience of your life

Came through a door into me

In a jolting moment and for once

My longing went

From a fantasy to one human being

It was held in that moment for what

Seemed like an Eternity

(The closest I'd come before had been a painting in an exhibition

A full-length self-portrait of a Scottish artist, staring out

With that same determined, elfin look

And I'd stood there, staring back for hours-

-So 'til I heard the Berlin accent,

I knew

You must be Scottish too.)

Now hear the wind

Brushing away those surfaces of the past

All which held that longing in place

Has been swept away by Time's stiff broom

You sit meditating in your Shrine-room

And I'm in my walking boots

Walking, walking walking

Walk a thousand miles and never find

Another mirror

Of your profound solitude

The alone, always walking towards the alone

In the sunlight, ill at ease

I'm a blinking mole

More at home in the blackness

Looking up through that velvet sky

Towards a bright distant star

And a voice said-

'That star is you!

That bright star is you!'

People seem to appear and they seem to go away

As the doors keep opening and closing

But there is a place as deep and far as that star

Where their essence never goes away

Where I can look into your face

And recognise

You are always with me.