Passion Spent

Written by: Mark Norton

                   Passion Spent

Into oh the quiet twilights strays
Then creeps like a soundless youth from day,
Until the moon and its bright reflections
With time did ever change

And the river sounds an eternal flow
In this place where our belief is unknown,
Like an image in thy memories sight
For which we are left to wonder why

Yet this moment exceeds ones broken heart
As we all too silently wait,
While outside beneath the evenings moon
The faintest breeze blows by

We often think, what may have been
When this in our memory is kept,
Beneath all that’s dreamt of soft lament
And the thought before we wake
 
Farewell the bound that limits life    
When this passionless night retires,
To bid us gaze into the dawn
And behold our dreams expire


                         By M.Norton
marklnorton@shaw.ca