Hazy light, winking it's eye in the twilight of evening's song. <br /> <br />Anticipated joy and peaceful calm, unhesitatingly waiting in <br />the shadows of dusk, afraid to step from behind the grayness <br />capturing it's image with pride. <br /> <br />Alone with thoughtful meanings, inner life resounding with the <br />echoes of maturity. <br /> <br />Holding on to the images of youth as we look forward to <br />tomorrow's golden age, reverberating across our eyes in memories <br />aplenty, saved for our retirement.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/golden-age-4/
