All Things Will Pass
" Time is the thief you can not banish "
Phyllis McGinley, writer 1905-1978
In the silence found in a burning sunset, I count the years
which have passed filled with wondrous wonders
that endlessly reveal themselves
like trembling birds hidden in the gray ashes
of my mind's burnt fires from yesterdays
In the evening's calm, they begin to glide
with shaded wings, floating on a fleeting horizon
of tender memories above a mind's meadows
filled with shadowed images
moving away leaving imprints of fallen grass
which grow ever distant
Like a kite tethered to my passing years
they dance on memory's winds
twisting and turning while pulling away
to become a distant star of light remembered
found in the darkness of spent wishes and dreams
It's where a mirror slowly spins between the shadows
covered in every tear that has fallen
in search of life's laughter
now wrapped around the gray wrinkled skin of my flesh
woven into a coat worn by my soul
Alone, remembering yesterdays, I watch the sunset
before my darkness falls to bring silent eternal sleep
I wonder
if every memory was real or imagined
Knowing everything dies I whisper the words
" My God Life was Beautiful "
11/7/20 contest Writing-Challenge...Quote Inspired
sponsored by Constance La France
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2020
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