"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.