Still?

As the daylight hours die away and merge into the grey of evening,
And as they in turn darken into the black of night;
As the clouds close in and hide the swift trajectory of the winter sun,
And dim the light that washes a browned and decaying earth;
It is then, then that we remember,
It is then, then that we recall the lights of summer laughter
And the sparking stream flowed beside us
And reached the sleeping loch.
It is then, then that we remember,
It is then, then that we recall the sunlight dancing on the waves
And illuminating the millions of grains of sand.
But in the hours when the darkened world
Turns to us only its shadowed and masked face,
The recollections of those earlier days are played
Across the screens of inner eyes, and they still
Live on.
Always.



(c) 2ndwitch, 17/11/18