When did the image fade to gray? We've known no other face to hold a diamond gaze or cascade of sunsets. Night-swimming in hazel depths, the moon silhouetted in pristine pools has become a treacherous affair. For sunlight forsaken will not color the golden sanctuary loneliness wept for freely. It’s true— shadow has overthrown Spring’s numinous appeal; and hilltops and valleys have forgotten the song of a sparrow whose voice they envied long. Even now the horizon is shifting and still we sleepwalk through autumn rains.
Keith E. Sparks Jr. Copyright © 2004 ,2019
First appeared in "Timeless Reflections" 2004, and again in "Facets" 2019
More recently published in Quintessence by Soul Poet Society.
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