Christmas Morning Dec25
snowy-cold, brilliant sunshine
It flickers there on the stage of memory… laughter gleams scraps and scenes, the music of someone else’s life… And one by precious one, friends leave the stage of life… flicker out like a candle in a lonesome window… like string of coloured lights and vanish into endless, nameless Time, taking with them each one a little bit of youth’s sweet golden glorys, old love story, the feeling of the times… leaving those who’re left to watch the Morning the faint gold lilac of the dawning and memories that fade out into time like a string of coloured lights. /
©2006-Richard Carlton
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