One Brief Moment

Look...See how long nights are drawing in. Dreary birdsong gradually abates - Opaque dusk grows dim; And just outside the creaky little garden Gate, Stood opposite the empty wood Where the vacant threshold silently awaits, I pause, when, resonating quietly back... I now hear... Far distant echoes of my glorious childhood Tugging like a Siren upon my ear. With a heartfelt pang I turn to move, Before my staring should offend some Old friends ghost To manifest in vengeful affright, Towards the comforting sanctuary proffered By the warm kitchens weak neon light... That sneaks out from behind the half-shut Door, But held - Transfixed! Brought from wither-not-where to this one Small place - Staid... As if caught in a state of heavenly grace, Conversing to the soft wind in harmonious Angelic rapport:- Thus soothes like enchantments waves... Rolling gently up to repeatedly break upon Magical banks girdling Nivians lakeshore. For what be this odd muse That upon my aging senses does so readily Enthuse... And to my inner soul so inextricably Implore? Ahhh...But this much I may be allowed to Say, Before darkly gathering skies extinguish Over weak flames of the last spluttering Ray, Perhaps it is our inner voice That seeks out the solitudes of Tranquilities choice - To witness and record and dutifully store... Those rare and fleeting moments We all too briefly adore.