Remembering Marie A. - Robyn Archer/London Sinfonietta/Dominic Muldowney
It was a day in that blue month september
Silent beneath the plum trees slender shade
I held her there
My love so pale and silent
As if she were a dream that must not fade
Above us in the shining summer heaven
There was a cloud my eyes dwelled long upon
It was quite white and very high above us
Then i looked up
And found that it had gone
And since that day so many moons in silence
Have swum across the sky and gone below
The plum trees surely have been chopped for firewood
And if you ask how does that love seem now
I must admit i really can't remember
And yet i know what you are trying to say
But what her face was like i know no longer
I only know i kissed it on that day
As for the kiss i long ago forgot it
But for the cloud that floated in the sky
I know that still and shall forever know it
It was quite white and moved in very high
It may be that the plum trees still are blooming
That woman's seventh child may now be there
And yet that cloud had only bloomed for minutes
When i looked up
It vanished on the air