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Evening Song 47

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  • ErcAshfrd@aol.com
    Evening Song 47 The wind is water walking over the dark lake as a shadowy flight of ghosts. There is no trace of sunset this evening-- just a dusk of cloud
    Message 1 of 1 , Apr 1, 2004


      Evening Song 47

      The wind is water walking
      over the dark lake as a shadowy flight of ghosts.
      There is no trace of sunset this evening--
      just a dusk of cloud cover
      pressing down upon the earth
      in a patchwork quilt of the day.

      Almost dark
      and I am looking for the moon.
      The waterfowl are hidden
      feather deep into the den of night.
      Turning for home
      I ease my heart into silence.

      In the darkened room
      I am the only light I can see.
      A picture of myself
      recalled out of a past memoir
      that fades the more I draw near it
      as it ghost-walks
      over the waves of being.




      love



      eric


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      Copyright Eric Ashford April 2004

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