The Light

close to sunset and a chill wind starts but the light that warms my soul comes from her eyes enticed out of sleeping memory by this falling shaft of sunlight in my backyard as i rake some spilled leaves a lifetimes of summers memories rushing back to greet with their own legends their own grand tales spirit flys like a summer bird with open wonder at the beauties of a world below in the clouds where nothing but sunlight can touch these lifetimes of summers daydreams all bid fare thee well and one by one lay back to dusty memory closing eyes to dream once more of thouse days in childhood and that moment running out the front door with the whole world to play in and a whole day to do it that endless freedom and joy that childhood gave my life with her is like that its close to sunset but the light which i endure by comes from her heart