To My Bhoy

T’was a Summer’s day when you and I did meet

With the heat of the hot sun that makes grapes sweet

A random encounter which crossed the equator

Only to find to my surprise, my own personal narrator

We both worship a Master whose identity differs

You call out to Jesus but I sing out to Bob Dylan

From their gospels we read and learn of life’s wisdom

And from their words we hear sounds of a familiar rhythm

You’re a scholar with the passionate heart of a Scot

You’re a man well travelled and who’s seen a lot

And I’m a girl in the Pacific floating like a lonely buoy

Who is grateful you reached out to give a big warm “Ahoy!”

T’was a Wintry day when you did leave in my sleep

We’d both endured suffering but were swift on our feet

The love of Dylan’s poetry we held dear in our hand

And you my love, will always be my song and dance man.

Maria D'Alessandro 2012