As the sun descends,
I listen for the whisper
of a closing door.
It sounds like the breeze
through misty heather on the moor,
like the breathy wisps
of fog along the marsh's soggy floor,
like the forgetting of a name
I'd sworn never to forget before.
As the moon ascends,
I watch for a soothing signal
in the first watch of the night.
It might appear as a wink
of a star too far distant in my sight,
or the faint blink of a hazy planet
still reflecting the sun's light,
or even a good omen in the passing comet,
making me smile in delight.
And there--barely audible,
a single, lonely, quiet --click--
maybe only heard in my restless dream?
I strain to hear any lingering sign,
like the tinkling song of the nearby stream,
--but all is silence--
I no longer sense the playful gleam...
And from the lake, like reverent warriors,
rises a ghostly steam...
Among nature's sacred bower,
I stand, head bowed, but dare a glance...
Whimsical willows refuse to weep,
but rather swirl in joyful dance,
A lone wolf howls in noble respect,
Then more join in to break sorrow's trance...
And finally--
-- the mysterious moon casts her silver glow
to cover his eternal rest in heroic romance.
And I am sure...
I'm not here by chance.
Very nice, Mindy.