The flickering flame

in the dream of your eyes,

is a glimmer of life

in a darkening sky.

 

But little heat remains

to warm the weary hearts

of those so slowly left

bereft and torn apart

 

A chill wind blows a tear

across the cooling fires,

a rain of lasting love falling

softly through life's briars

 

A trickle of silent sorrow

leaving trails on shallow cheeks,

as if from deep within,

a life force slowly leaks.

 

And there in the darkening distance

atop a cold and misty hill,

a solemn shadow now stands watch,

it’s scythe held high and still.

 

A long and lonely vigil

through a hazy starless night,

awaiting the final moment

when a fresh soul takes its flight.

 

 

Written by Darren Scanlon, October 2013.

Revised on 11th May 2015.

©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.