David   In some adumbrate corner in a paradise of vine Sits my friend David with his glass of wine And in the rocky landscape of olives and sparkling sea He whiles away eternity now his soul is free In a word fuddled world of puzzles and time The long lone mind and the mire of sounds The still empty corner and the tankard stark Echo and linger in dark and in rounds Of this loss so lifefelt so sear and so sore As the surge of the sea and the surf on the shore But then maybe I shall see him again With his pint pot and his puzzle and pen And maybe he sips with the gods and smiles In the glory of the sun in the Grecian isles - GM -