The Last Light
The last light of day folded neatly on the subdued horizon.
Paper dreams written with shadows now in darkness sleep.
The call of birds upon deaf ears reaches the approaching sea.
I place a candle by the window; all hope is dashed beneath my feet.
I watch in silence as the golden flame flickers and dies.
The journey is over as the last light of life subsides.
J. Allen Wilson © 2/12/2011
the embrace of this beautiful offering
Beeswax & Flame
Vickie
God bless,
Lew
She is at peace my friend, and awaits your soul when it is time for you two to be reunited in the hereafter...Such a beautiful poem!
Peace, love and light,
Amber
I genuinely LOVE this poem. Excellent.
Blessings,
Christine