You Asked Me

You Asked Me

You asked me 

to drink tea with you

in the early hours

of another sleepless night.

We looked  across 

the Menai Straits

and followed the narrow 

road of lights

through the dark trees 

rising up from the stilted pier

high above the

fisherman's cottages

along Siliwen Road to

the potting shed gardens

of Menai Fron 

now long gone 

from a serving of 

the apprenticeship years.

The immaculate 

ford escort van

with speakers and 

soft cushions 

in the back.

The long curly locks 

and the red checked

lumberjack jacket,

back then 

it was all about Dylan

playing music on the 

brow of the hill

a long time ago,

but seemingly 

not far from 

here now 

close to the

blue bell woods.

Avie.