A DYING BREED
A DYING BREED
Behold again that softest glow,
Moved sweet my heart that evening so.
And touched my very essence thread,
In that same glen of long ago.
Remembrance through the tears now shed,
Dire dreams of a youthful place, now fled.
How my heartache does surly grow,
From that same glen of long ago.
To my true heart, where e’er she lie,
I whisper words and wonder why.
Reach, with fingers empty brush.
It doth surly make you cry.
Slow change, bright hues to gray-toned flush.
Feel again how a dream can crush,
And send to you with soul’s goodbye.
It doth surly make you cry.
Submissive thrust doth bid, recede,
Soft invitations to soul-bound need.
Lost forever in fond remorse,
All that I am, a dying breed.
In misting flight, ascending course,
Hold tight that bright renewing force.
I send to you with God’s true speed,
All that I am, A dying breed.
By
SkyBrush
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