There was a light so long ago
That showed me all I need to know,
Upon my journey softly shone
When every trace of day was gone,
And evening's charcoal crochet shawl
Traced gently on my sacred wall,
With such a sense of might have been
The far off light that I had seen.
Illuminations wary tread
Lets shadows hide when night is dead,
And all the souls of in between
From all the places I have been,
Come slowly forth and touch my face
Through webs of woven whispered lace,
Like tiptoe treasured memories
Of tired ships on distant seas.
And on the lines of light and shade
I'll paint the dreams of you I've made,
With brush strokes from the heart of me
For I have known what love can be,
Though poetry can write a rhyme
In columned halls of endless time,
The brush strokes of eternity
Will always drift back tenderly…
That showed me all I need to know,
Upon my journey softly shone
When every trace of day was gone,
And evening's charcoal crochet shawl
Traced gently on my sacred wall,
With such a sense of might have been
The far off light that I had seen.
Illuminations wary tread
Lets shadows hide when night is dead,
And all the souls of in between
From all the places I have been,
Come slowly forth and touch my face
Through webs of woven whispered lace,
Like tiptoe treasured memories
Of tired ships on distant seas.
And on the lines of light and shade
I'll paint the dreams of you I've made,
With brush strokes from the heart of me
For I have known what love can be,
Though poetry can write a rhyme
In columned halls of endless time,
The brush strokes of eternity
Will always drift back tenderly…
