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So many things are
fast evolving,
so many people and
places will fade away,
so too the
memories evoked by proximity,
time erasing details
with each tick, with each tock,
voices receding,
becoming softer,
until all you hear
is a whisper of an echo
draped in the shades
of a silvery night,
the warmth of your
touch steadily replaced by emptiness......
And just ahead there
is blue air and moist footpaths
twisting through untraveled
forests,
there I will hear
birdsong and croaking frogs,
learn to place
my fellow wanderers
by their sound, movements,
habits, scent,
I can carve out new
routes and routines,
find pleasing places before turning one into a familiar,
bask in the
sunshine on a sunny day on warm sea sand,
snuggle down
before a wood fire on misty dreary days,
I will take
pleasure in writing a new book, on new pages, in a new room,
and I always will
treasure the book I am closing now.
people and places, fading in, fading out, fading away
ReplyDeleteWow. A strong piece on changes in life.
ReplyDelete"Until all you hear is a whisper of an echo draped i the shade of a silvery night." what an amazing line Shadow!! Time does seem to take doesn't it? I love how there is so much hope and true joy of the moment in your closing lines. I think this shall be my favorite poem of yours until the next poem you write presents itself.
ReplyDeleteI relate very strongly to the first verse my dear friend--but I am tired of writing new stories and walking new pages to completion. I think I am finally growing old after having walked towards the new for so many decades.
ReplyDeleteYou write to my soul my dear one.
And so life marches on in the forest of dreams, closing a book or a chapter who is to say?
ReplyDeletehello shadow its dennis the vizsla dog hay i like the sownd of its untraveled forest with sownds of naytcher and wotnot!!! ummm just as long as the birdsongs ar not parakeets i am skayrd of parakeets!!! ok bye
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