Soft cotton on the staircase, velveted all around...
Ghosting whispers, faint airs drifting...
Eternal calls.
Passing up and on, turning twice...then
The door.
Into the night, away to the depth...
Where clocks rest,
Where sparrows nest,
The love of a woman lies in shadow-darkened
Skies.
Bright rings put away on brocade, long hair
Taken down...combs on the table...
A loving call, Eternal call...
Flowing silk to laced windows...
Slender fingers brush the panes...
Thick mists forming.
There was no warning.
Into the night, away to the depth...
Where clocks rest,
Where sparrows nest,
The love of a woman lies in shadow-darkened
Skies.
Dancing shoes, laughing eyes, sherry
In the parlor...
Crystal glasses,
Christmas Holly.
Candles alight...mirrors hold the trees
Of years ago. Living on. Never taken down.
Forever Christmas.
Forever the loving call.
elysabeth faslund
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ivy-and-the-rose/
