#winter gate

[onceuponatimeinmycottage]

[richwall101]

One Day in The Morning

Its so long ago now, my memory of that morning The air was cold; the mist was lying all around, And then there stood before me, without any warning And man in chains, weeping and broken down.

At first, I feared this ghostly sight that before stayed I closed my eyes in better hope that this sight would fade But it did not grow faint, and he had the look of hope Would I then help this apparition, its many chains to cope?

What meaning did this have for me, and why then on this day A time of recollection for one whom no longer comes my way The many chains he has to carry; they must be broke away For my hope and understanding would be then on array

Approach was undertaken, and the shape he did not move But this was still an apparition, though my hope it did improve The tears that had been falling were then suddenly addressed And at my touch the chains, of unknown years, were then dispossessed

The morning’s mists came clear and I observed my standing place With my sight restored I looked around but there was nothing to displace A memory then, that for no reason known, I am given to embrace So for many years, and many tears, is my memory of that morning

Poem/Lyric by RW 19/10/2012

Image "Winter Gate" by my late son Chris Walker

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