Choice Word by Colin Boynton - HTML preview

27. TWILIGHT

IN THE LIGHT OF AN EARLY SUMMERS EVE

BY THE SIDE OF A SLOW MOVING STREAM,

IS WHERE THE OLD MAN LIKES TO SIT

AND WATCH, AND WAIT, AND DREAM.

OF TIMES THAT ARE PAST IN THE LONG GONE YEARS

AND ALL THE THINGS HE’S DONE,

NOW IN THE TWILIGHT OF HIS YEARS

HE WATCHES THE SETTING SUN.

AS IT SLOWLY SINKS BEYOND DISTANT HILLS

A CHILL SOON FILLS THE AIR,

AND SHIVERS RUN UP AND DOWN HIS BACK

FROM A GHOST FROM HIS PAST THAT IS THERE.

HAUNTING HIM LIKE SOME STRANGE MELODY

IT SWIRLS AROUND IN HIS HEAD,

MEMORIES OF PEOPLE AND FRIENDS THAT HE KNEW

ALL OF THEM NOW LONG DEAD.

BURIED THERE IN THE CEMETRY

ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STREAM,

WHERE THE OLD MAN LIKES TO SIT EACH DAY

TO WATCH, AND WAIT, AND DREAM.