I left
I left
the church,
the bells,
and silence,
and journeyed
deeper
into the settling dusk,
the skies were fading,
further,
into the twilight evening
the distant views
and rural hush,
and as I left
for the country,
into the quiet
the fading
of a summer’s day,
I went further
through
the golden light
of evening,
into the fading
skies,
to a place
so near
yet far away,
And there
I followed,
the birds
still singing,
in the early twilight
where the quiet
settles,
in dapples
of shadows,
in the company
of the wandering
and the whispers,
the secrets,
of the solitary wind
And along
the path
before me,
between the trees,
under
the twilight,
the passing generations
of a thousand
sunlights
of stars,
upon the wings,
of a coming of night,
was a rising moon
magnificent,
a beacon of
sunlight,
reflected,
alone,
and yet undimmed,
for beyond
was the end
the curve,
in the hidden country,
beyond, the
undiscovered,
along the open road
I was going home,
and journeying
reaching
inside my soul,
and not too soon,
for I’d left it
all behind
the remains
of myself,
of the last
the fallen,
the forgotten day,
between the spaces
of life,
once again
time left
to say farewell,
to take these last
of turns,
and slowly slip,
so quietly away.
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