shadow

CATEGORY

life

death

follows me closely

while life 

retreats into shadows

shunning

gnarled fingers of winters hand

my heart

palpitates a lonesome song

a ponderance of youth

yearning daysof old

where children play

in bright summer fields

and laughter

is caught 

in the bubbles they blew

lifted with the wind

bursting of sunshine giggles

covering the land in smiles

as the scent of moms apple pie

sent children scurring home...

i feel death's chill

twitting my memories

mockingly reminding...

that my home

is with him now

as my eyes

fell silent

and my heart 

cease to beat

into

      the

             shadow

                             i

                                 descend