An Old Man’s Dreams

An Old Man’s Dreams

An old man’s dreams

His heart too long broken

All the secrets

And all his losses

Held inside

He knows

That with each passing day

He moves further away

But somehow back

To where he used to be

But he senses

He will enter the darkness

 All alone

His facial lines

Are a little too deep

The sounds of the day

Fade to a quiet hum

Like his dreams

That fall silently

To the earth

He gazes into yesterday

Across that span of time

His hands now tremble

As he dallies with his thoughts

In the hours alone

He sighs

His eyes traverse his limbs

Their map of veins and arteries

And feels the hours

As if they cut him as they pass

He finds the silence

After heavy rain

Makes him wake in the night


If the halls of heaven


Have fallen to echoes

The voices of memory are fading too

It is a possibility perhaps

That the shadows of evening

Will soon be here

And the colours of the day

Will begin to move on

Into the void

Of that long, dark night

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