When the light
Begins to fade
Think of me
Beneath your veil
The gargoyle statue
By gates to guard
While a cherub smokes
A large cigar.
To dream of rainbows
As in stories told
Life it drains
We all grow old
Yet words of ink
Somehow survive
On yellowed pages
Maturing wine.
Favourite songs
On radio play
By your kitchen sink
Chores of the day
In twilight
The lantern sways
Its shattered light
From birth to grave.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Norman I take this as metaphoric in nature with the day symbolizing life. I love the middle stanza that speaks to me of being remembered by one's works that one leaves behind. It holds a melancholic and fading feeling. Very nicely done my friend.
thanking you my friend, yes, well summed up, much appreciated
My pleasure Norman
The fade and its articulation, superb read, my friend 👍🏻🕊️🙏🏻
thanking you, much appreciated my friend
Most welcome, N 👍🏻🕊️🙌🏻
Yes of course, I will think of you when the light fades, waiting at that bus top. How long ya been there?! lol.
Too bloody long lol
Oh dear. lol.
Norman, I really enjoyed this! A little melancholy, a little whimsical, and that cigar-smoking cherub gave me a good chuckle! LOL! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
glad you enjoyed, thanks and much appreciation
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