“Sunset” by: Phil Coch
I am watching the sun as it sits low on the horizon. The hall clock chimes. It’s the hour of twilight. Dusk is slowly advancing, as the chill of night begins to settle on the land. All my daydreams have gone to bed. I sit in quiet solitude, close by the fire, soothed by its crackling glow. But I am not alone. I’m warmed by the memories that I’ve huddled around me.
From far into the past they drift forward through time. One by one they visit gently. These are memories of those I’ve been blessed to love, and who’ve loved me. I shed a tender tear for each one. There is a sweetness to this reverie, and just a touch of soft regret. In this peaceful moment, my heart is full, my spirit calm.
Had I my way, this evening would never end. But soon these flames will falter, and the lingering embers will die. The hands of that clock sweep me towards nightfall. Darkness will unfold its deep blanket upon me. I’ll soon surrender to time’s warm embrace.
distant memories of love
shine across the years
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rob kistner 2019
“Folding Time” by: rob kistner