Cold light, the stars
The moon’s a pale rider
Crossing the blackness
Silence as if waiting
Gray once life was shining
A green lost to time
A time that was, yet is soon
Again
I trek the barren empty
Pace the lost memories
Like so many leaves scattered
Though, a footfall marks an
Essence of futility
The souls pass me, for an instant, I
almost saw it the
Spectres evident
Movement, the dance
of renewal
Continued I recalled
The pages moving the
Story
For an instant released
Then, like a window it
closed
I was left standing
Alone
Until I was one
Passing beyond this place
A Shadow , A Leaf A
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An Original Poem by H R Beebe