One Brief Moment

Look...See how long nights are drawing in.

Dreary birdsong gradually abates -

Opaque dusk grows dim;

And just outside the creaky little garden

Gate,

Stood opposite the empty wood

Where the vacant threshold silently awaits,

I pause, when, resonating quietly back...

I now hear...

Far distant echoes of my glorious childhood

Tugging like a Siren upon my ear.

With a heartfelt pang I turn to move,

Before my staring should offend some

Old friends' ghost

To manifest in vengeful affright,

Towards the comforting sanctuary proffered

By the warm kitchens weak neon light...

That sneaks out from behind the half-shut

Door,

But held - Transfixed!

Brought from wither-not-where to this one

Small place - Staid...

As if caught in a state of heavenly grace,

Conversing to the soft wind in harmonious

Angelic rapport: -

Thus soothes like enchantments waves...

Rolling gently up to repeatedly break upon

Magical banks girdling Nivians lakeshore.

For what be this odd muse

That upon my aging senses does so readily

Enthuse...

And to my inner soul so inextricably

Implore?

Ahhh...But this much I may be allowed to

Say,

Before darkly gathering skies extinguish

Over weak flames of the last spluttering

Ray,

Perhaps it is our inner voice

That seeks out the solitudes of

Tranquilities choice -

To witness and record and dutifully store...

Those rare and fleeting moments

We all too briefly adore.