Sunday, August 20, 2017

At Sunset



while light fades memory
reminds me there once
was a dawn
when I kissed her

time touches erodes this 
beauty inspires me
twilight gleams
while light fades in the West

monks chant nuns pray
what once was written
takes me onward
one page a day

love’s debt still unpaid
overdue
an appropriate sum
sixpence I'll throw at the moon



copyright © Dick Russell
               2017



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