Looking In
Moment by moment
day by day,
year by year.
Wind-borne dreams
cascading amongst
perpetual memories,
gifts of light that
penetrates through the
windows of time, the
clarity of it all
giving hope to a
fading prayer.
The village supreme
basks in the delicacy
of a august sunlight,
the moor-side bleak, in the
shadows of a hoarfrost
moon, fluvial waters
jostle amidst ancient
limestone, kisses floral banks
of wooded ghyll. Even
the folk remain incessant,
anchored to an inflexible
pace, bridled within their
time warp of conformity.
With memories to conceive
each precious moment, an
endless reaching out to
embrace a time gone by,
only I it seems, cannot
find a place there within
the dream. “Looking in,
always, looking in!”
© Harry J Horsman 1994
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2010
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