NIGHT VIGIL
The cottage is tucked up in bed,
curtains like eyelids are closed;
there's a glow of a fire
where its heart is beating,
a carpet rolled out for welcome.
No-one knocks at this ungodly hour,
outside, the lane is a river of dark.
We sit in silence's mutual regard,
as right as keys in a lock,
complete, as companions should be.
The cottage is tucked up in bed,
the flames are like a dream;
questions and answers folded away
to await the breath of another day
preserving this simple scene.
raypool
Mon 15th Jan 2018 15:33
You old cynics - your imagination has stirred me from a reverie into dark and gloomy waters. Quite right too - there should be a knock and trouble brewing. I do have a sentimental side, but the atmosphere has to be right. Thank you one and all, Col. David, Douglas, Des and Suki for some nice takes !
Thank you for your likes, David and Pat.
Ray x to all.