Looking south from Montmin

From the date, I can't actually be certain who this is about; I think I know and that it's actually platonic.

And so another page is turned
As softly as a sigh
Where whispers deep in conscious sleep
Mock madly through the eye
The chime of footsteps ringing forth
They walked in jagged line
A cutting edge so frail and yet
So fragile when so fine
All mist shall fade away
It leaves still clearer day
At peace with myself
Oh so long overdue
Whilst my happiness bathes
In the comfort of you

Rich Harding, 1990 (1st April)