Walking Into Twilight
of an dying autumn day.
The gentle breeze tosses
scarlet leaves before him.
…into the ember fire sky
His thoughts drift,
a familiar voice is heard talking near.
…speaking of wonder and awe.
A fragment of memory…
of kingdoms
of empires far out to sea
and things unseen.
Of fables, mythic legends,
glorious Knights
in silver, sable armor, shivery.
A raspy voice carries
on the chilly evening air
bringing echoes of memory,
a father once standing there.
Who dreamed of these and more…
Watching smoke drift lazy over silhouette rooftops
standing there where he stood yesterday.
Now, a rough hand holds
tinder fingers gently
of a little boy, with eyes full of curiosity.
He looks ups to him, with familiar eyes
with his tossed amber hair.
In the chilly crisp autumn air
hanging on every word
every mystery
every kingdom
& empire far far out to sea!
Eyes reflecting spun fables,
myths of ancient starships,
Forgotten shivery
Eyes bright
Bright blue with wonder, even surprise!
The chill carries his questions innocently
as the ember Fire sky dies
to indigo and aquamarine…
Home is silhouetted
with its chimney smoke drifting lazily
over frosted lands
He turns to go, tomorrow comes
and stories to be told
The scarlet leaves dance
before his lengthening
shadow with his future son in toe.
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