The day is ending,
and a growing darkness draws me home;
if darkness had a feeling, it would be like a velvet brush,
if a sound, then that of a dying thrush.
If the enfolding twilight had a shape,
then that of the clouds encircling the hills like a cape.
Yes, the day is ending.
My wheels roll the silent road away behind me;
the journey’s habitude assuages the turmoil of the day.
The memory’s still sharp, nothing goes astray;
but what chance was missed, what stifled my inspirations
when free will was so obstructed by my feeble dispensations?
The journey is nearly done now;
a mute passion brings me home.
No point in thinking what might have been,
opportunities not taken and hardly seen.
No need to rehearse the failures of this other life,
recollections that shear my will like a chilling knife.
Home is ever nearer and I feel the impulse of my heart.
A different beat transforms me.....
yes, heart is faster now, fresh life, fresh hope, the thought of joy,
the recovery of youth, the feelings of a boy.
Soon I shall see the reason why I am coming here,
I will hold her in my arms and lose my every fear!
For National Poetry Day.