You forget the golden sunrise, letting
the shifting sands of time, slip
through your fingers, like
life falls off the bones
of subtle lonely strangers
Knowing nothing of the waiting
shadows linger deep
just out of reach of tomorrow, where
hearts ready in quiet desperation
haunt us, then let us go
And then, just before surrender
to what beckons
you rewind, and
in your own unique suddenness
the inevitable happens
beautiful as always. I was pulling for the Indians, too, even though I’m a National League Cardinal fan. 🙂
(By the way, the book will be sent tomorrow – sorry it’s been so long.)
Thanks Kai and Polona. Take care.
i like it very much.
quite a poignant message as i see it.
i’m glad to hear all is well.
Thank Dan and Aurora. Dylan Thomas is great.
Nicely haunting.
And agreed with Floots about the Dylan Thomas poem. When I was quite small and it was an older brother’s turn to put me to bed, he would read Dylan Thomas to me.
Yes, Don, you are the Poetical Chemist. Oh, those Indians!
Floots: Thanks. Yes, one of my Dylan Thomas’ favorites as well. No tragedy here, except the Cleveland Indians lost in the American Leagure Championship.
so quiet and so powerful
the dylan thomas has been a favourite for years
i hope that the pairing does not imply a tragedy in your life
if so you have my sympathy
thanks don