dusk arising

Those years

 

 

Those years,  what were they?
they came and went
and then came around again
like a dream of a joke
upon a haunted carosel
ever to be found again?

 

hazed now in minds eye yesterdays
courting colours of
a lovers endless game
where cast - I excelled
each leading role ha!
now to questionable acclaim

 

but who haunts these
tiring bones today
is it me?.. enacting sane?
peering out
through that glass lit darkly
upon love, as love remains

 

so bring me now my meadows
where gently i may dream
of summertimes
and butterflies
and familiars of my flame
where i ever shall remain