Night sculks in silence,
Temptation persues its heart,
Darkness then does come.
A ghostly shadow,
Against the light, it will fight,
By day or by night.
The eternal war,
Of light against the darkness,
Never to be won.
As day and night is an eternally changing circle.
Lingering.
dancing there so far away,
in a garden of the past,
a child does play.
an airy light does filter through the hazy panes of memory,
and on into the past,
to a distant, subdued time.
the air lingers now, only in your mind.
the past is far behind us and gone away,
with all its people and their past lives.
but it comes alive, day by day,
with every fleeting thought.
every time it is recalled,
it is relived,
and will never, therefor,
die.
the musky smell billows into the room,
that of age and dusty paper fills my nostrils,
like an antique, handed down through the family.
my mothers face lightens to a smile,
she whispers the words wrought onto the page,
these lines are heard for the very first time.
each image rises in my mind, floating as a leaf on a lightly blowing breeze.
the ideas fill every crevice of my mind,
and enlighten it, as with torches in the darkness of a cave.
I am entranced.
I hold this old book close to me.
faded, old and half remembered, in a subdued light.
but it is a glowing stone,
held close to my heart.