No I won't forget this day
This luminous day
We stepped into the Golden West,
When it seemed for the width
Of an afternoon
We might lay all our fears to rest.

The pines sang of the secret place,
But I was an old hand
And you an initiate.
Childhood rushed up to greet me,
My mother; my brother,
A disregarded picnic bench,
A remembered epiphany.

And now Newborough
Had a won a convert too
Of your unguarded heart.
Through the marram
The earth came breathing
And we down from the hills
Walking like kings.
For ours was the quest for magic
That begins and ends with Llanddwyn,
The Lleyn dissolved in haze,
An apparition drawn back
From the bowl of the bay.

How our wills strained
To bend the minutes to hours,
Extend our plea
To the descending sun
This late Summer light
Our enduring love.
Even waves shining, subsiding
To press the somnolent shore
You know we touched the doors.
Eternity. Don't say
It was too much to ask for.

So return; then rest; now turn
This memory I cannot let go.
An August day
That brought me home.