At dusk in the glimmer of light, that shines through the East Texas pines
I stand still aware of a whisper from an opening that allows the dying light to enter.
Who are you, I ask, while a million
electric needles pierce my arms.
“I am the light that delivers last warm ray on the first day of summer, and sole proprietor of the sun, holder of humankind’s destiny.
Don’t you know that like this flickering fading light,
In a minute, life will be over and you will have
no memory of the darkness closing in.
So reap the magic moments like whispers in the night,
capture every brilliant flash that steals your breath away,
though far away I could embrace you and hold the light
keeping the dark shadows at bay.”
Such is the essence of our life, more memory than substance
and more fading light than brilliance!
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sweet and musical
I love this. Yes, "more fading light than brilliance."
Whatever kind of poem it may be, I find it flowing like a mountain stream with sweet musical notes.