"come fluttering words, come drifting words to me . . . "
For my light has become dim,
Has started to flicker~~~~~~
The ache in my heart
These flowers behold......
Vibrant colours around me spread
I live in glory of visions untold
And as I climb these old steps
I look to that glorious maker....
To paint those streaking sunsets for me
And shower me with angel dust~~
The gentle breeze and the darkness around
I’ll forever hold in memory....
Dedicated to the ever vibrant Constance La France
By Tahera Mannan
For Constance,s “What is she thinking...” Contest.
Copyright © Tahera Mannan