Decrescendo

Will I wait late too long before the Sun makes dawn

Another day to wait alone for you

The simpleness of everything and my desire to sing

Old folk songs that I dreamed up long ago

But those dreams are stranded now

By the wayside of troubled years

They never stood a chance

Once you stepped out of the day

And silently 

Decrescendo like an evening’s lonesome tune

My brother was a sailor and painted portraits of the sea

He made a home in those salty waves

Came back home but never found his place among his family

And never could tell whether he or them had changed

Old men are prone to resist change

They’d rather return to where they’re sure

Their feet are firmly in their element

And finally silently

Decrescendo like an evening’s lonesome tune

When the chill of fall makes its debut in the trees

And the night air gets a little crisp and clear

The shadows then remind me of 

The way you slipped into the past 

And how my heart started to sing out of tune

Now the chirps of the frogs and way the crickets call

Bring welcomed sleep until they all

Silently

Decrescendo like an evening’s lonesome tune

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I hear this so clearly as you sit on the porch and strum. boots keeping the rhythm.The crackle of leaves and the rustle of branches cross the roof....the long heady breath of the wind's evening sigh... the orange fade of blue today. your words are the real tangible thing I can reach out.. stroke, scream, and smirk at.
I have missed these lessons ole friend!

[m.s.early]

Thank you Queenie :) Will you be posting something soon? (nudge nudge)

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

My Mind is so cluttered....I feel like the fall leaves the wind is beginning to blow :)

[Beccy]

Life so often gets in the way of the dream. It's hard to hold on, and the gift of memory, though precious, can also be a burden.

Beautifully written, and with a wry, reflective tone, that drew me in and kept me captive from first line to last.

Beccy.

[m.s.early]

Thank you Beccy :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i seem to be heading into my fall a bit out of sync with my family---
but i think their leaves are turning a different hue than mine...

i feel pretty out there.

but i love that crisp and clear air of October...and i breathe it in with gratitude.

[Linda alexander]

Great flow, clear expressions, great metaphor

[m.s.early]

Thank you so much for reviewing Linda :)