The Setting Sun
As sun sinks low at eventide
I sit and gaze across the lea
at open spaces far and wide
and hear soft voices calling me.
There’s something ‘bout this time of day
when curve of earth the sunlight bends,
and one by one the stars display;
a soothing peace and calm descends.
As silence falls upon the land
my tranquil thoughts will turn within
and ponder all the schemes I planned
when I was young and full of vim.
The silent voices in my mind
remind me of the long lost dreams
that yesterday I hoped to find
but somehow lost in life’s extremes.
The fading light from setting sun
and growing shadows that it cast
reminds me that these thoughts rerun
are but a figment from my past.
I now look back and think upon
the dreams to which I ne’er replied
and ponder where life might have gone
as sun sinks low at eventide.
April 23, 2021
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2021
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