The Receding Shadows
Doors can creek when you want silence to dwell an honest floor answers with a loud signature within each subtle footstep
close the door and inhale deeply the scent of youth surrounds an intimate connection a salute to the unseen
you move toward the window an early morn’ painting framed by inner thoughts you try to open but it will not budge locked and chained by one breathless moment
a tap on the shoulder you turn to see the empty room just the warmth of silence and the truth from the unknown
window now opens with ease the morning breeze hugs it bathes you floating in sweet lavender tides where fears wash away leaving the nearing days smile and utopian kisses
tomorrows voice shall forever echo through the chambers of your mind you crawl out onto the alter morning mist softly settles allowing sunbeams to warm the soul
the tree’s silhouettes dance upon freshly cut lawns and yawning garden sheds light your cigarette the flame dances upon the joy of dawn smoke rises past the fortress a gift for J
close your eyes feel the presence making light your journey the sweetest never end…. In the distance church bells ring out religion’s eternal heartbeat as parishioners flow the vain you open your eyes to see his smile as the shadows gently recede.
Poem © Cal Athan 2019
Photo credits Regan O’Callaghan.
Dedicated to C,C,E,M,J,R,A
