Into The Gloaming
Maple leaves fall to
the ground
the wayward geese are
roaming
trailing patterns
across the sky
as daylight fades
into the gloaming.
Be stilled, my passionate heart
the amber sun blinks,
then disappears
as the music of
Ludovico Einaudi
fills the space
between my tears.
Beneath a heavy nimbus
curtain
the moon shows papery
white
illuminating shadows
of my soul
that lie dormant in
the night.
The darkness stirs up
emotions,
amplifying fears and
insecurities
every trace of hope
is vanishing
scattered on the
bitter breeze.
Memories have a way
of haunting
every waking moment,
so it seems
when the mist of time
blurs my vision
just let me close my
eyes to dream.
Colleen Keller
Breuning © 2014
October 1, 2014
My inspiration from Ludovico Einaudi, "Nei varci di luce"
from the album Sotto Falso Nome:
