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.