Shutters Creak
Shutters creak
Come swing closed the shutter and lock the door
For here I shall long for life no more,
Until those things held captive by mortal man
May oft lay hidden and condemned
The castles do crumble through a million days
Back to the stones from where they came,
And the child we loved shall age and wither
Before our maturing eyes
And now the silence, not of the night
Nor a wind through this windows crack,
Where the shutter creaks on its broken hinge
The quiet of the evening is spent
By M.Norton
marklnorton@shaw.ca
Copyright © Mark Norton | Year Posted 2011
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