Remembrance In Poetry

There’s a deathly silence in the aging night of the living, a rasp of breath sneaks out across the candid moor, like the wail that fails the carousel of life! The vigorous wind slaps the face creates sensibility makes the world go away, life is a continuous storm clear skies always on the horizon only when she smiles does the sunshine. The poison within the mind in constant need, if only to forget the good times when strolling in summer madness, simplicity down school lane nature’s betrayal ever so subtle after all, one just wanted to touch the moment! © Harry J Horsman 2000