Strolling along the banks of the Rhone
Amongst eerie glows and shadows grown...

Waking next morning with slight trepidation
Thinking of your sister's wedding occasion...

The photographer directed us to some trees
Outside to sunshine and a slight breeze...

Once kith and kin had been greeted
We filed into the hall to be seated...

The beaming couple paced graceful steps
While expectant relatives smiled and wept...

As I gaze my mind upon this scene
Of sweeping pines and glacial stream...

Grey like slate, skipping, slipping
Childlike innocence, wide-eyed tripping...

As I sit and ponder
'It's that writer's block again...

So very difficult to reach the words
As true emotions remain unheard...

You enter my dreams in full focus
I had sensed you, now I know you...

Look you miserable bxxxxxd
Can you not see what there is to love...

Sharp-serrated, corrugated
Surf-rush swirl, rib-rack grey...