Comes to me in the morning
Drifts through my dreams at night
Stands behind the rainbow of thought
Almost out of sight.

Always half remembered
Gone, like a bird in flight
Then half forgotten comes again
But vanishes by light.

Flit between thoughts like a shadow
In a dappled autumn glade
As golden sunset tints the trees
And day begins to fade.

There you are my silver sun
Come closer, talk awhile
Tell me tales of times now gone
And share once more a smile.

Copyright David E. Bramley, 2003.10

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