shall i tell you about my
twilight conversation with the wind
when dusk settled upon my heart
and fog drifted inland from the housatonic river
twilight conversation with the wind
when dusk settled upon my heart
and fog drifted inland from the housatonic river
slowly covering my window
at close of day
and all the things close at hand ... seemed far.except above the skylight--
a handful of lost stars
twinkled in a jade cage
at close of day
and all the things close at hand ... seemed far.except above the skylight--
a handful of lost stars
twinkled in a jade cage
and in the hall mirror, a portion
of a smoldering smile was like
a quiet fire, with
ashes crumbling and blowing
in a wall of wind , spent.i wonder. if there is no pity,
no answer, and no memory, is
one glorious twilight enough
to hold the remembered light
of my life
in a wall of wind , spent.i wonder. if there is no pity,
no answer, and no memory, is
one glorious twilight enough
to hold the remembered light
of my life
after it is lost
and dim?
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