slowly, into a shadow

dusk arising



 

Evening falls to dusk.
Easily, sleep overtakes.
And my mind stumbles
slowly, into a shadow
where once I lingered.
Sillohettes of memory
begin and illuminate.
as warmth of colour,
heartfelt, enlights such
days past, here again.
Vivid and new. As the
child within my mind
runs again free beneath
the rainbow of youth.
Perhaps to bring a smile
to a snoring aged face
where once an angel
placed an unforgotten kiss.

  • Author: dusk arising (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 6th, 2020 13:51
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Comments6

  • myself and me

    Good night. Dream nice.

  • Fay Slimm.

    Such a plaintive feeling of passing time in this slow lament for lost youth and all its innocent pleasures - those last lines make this mind sigh as I read of that a long ago angelic kiss. First rate writing my friend.

    • dusk arising

      It is strange what creatures of mood we are. I'd had days of feeling scornful about my writing when suddenly air once again fed my inspired lungs. Thank you so much for your much appreciated wonderful words.

    • Goldfinch60

      Wonderful words d a, you have taken me to that place where my angel is waiting.

      Andy

      • dusk arising

        There are angels around us. Sometimes we could almost reach out and touch. But touch is a sense. Feeling the presence is emotion.

      • orchidee

        A fine write Dusk. I thought the title was gonna be about my singing. Some wish it would pass slowly into a shadow! lol.

        • dusk arising

          It came to me as in a dream.... there is a remedy for the battlefield of torment we have come to know as the singing voice of the one they call The Orchidee.
          A halo of seraphim revealed in voices harmonious and true \"let him be famed for the gargling of that which you call concrete!\"
          Upon your acceptance i shall set forth upon a trail of endeavor for the place they call the Wickes whereupon i shall procure the makings of your remedy.

        • 🐤s.zaynab.kamoonpuri🌷🐦😽

          A lovely fabulous muse poem, beautifully written, recollecting and recalling poetically. Kudos.

          • dusk arising

            Thank you for stopping by and reading some of my words Zaynab.

          • Neville


            this is what I call poetry and why I fell in love with it....

            • dusk arising

              I'm pleased you enjoyed this one.

              • Neville


                I did my friend and true...



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