The bronze embers have burnt, <br />The winds have blown past, <br />Sweeping the world clean, <br />Off dirt, tears and dreams, <br />That sweet serenade still whistles past, <br />Endlessly travelling, seldom heard, <br />The night so silent, the twinkle of stars, <br />from galaxies beyond ring clear. <br /> <br />Night and day pasts, <br />Not bothering to knock on our doors, <br />The needles tick away, unhindered by troubled times, <br />That sweet serenade still drifting, <br />Through that lazy pace of life, <br />And the sun will still beam at us, <br />But neither of us will smile back. <br /> <br />We keep that tottering pace, <br />Throughout an entire lifetime, <br />All trials and joys lay buried deep in our forgotten thoughts, <br />Time goes on this way in this short life, <br />For we stumble and rise again and again, <br />When the time comes, <br />We gather, listen and stay very still, <br />For that sweet serenade has whistled its final tune. <br /> <br />In dead silence, <br />We stand, huddled close, <br />For regrets begin to wash over those who did not hear, <br />The lucky ones, however, <br />Who stopped to listen to that sweet sound, <br />Felt the waves beneath their feet and <br />that sweet serenade beckoning them.<br /><br />Teal Eyed Dreamer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-sweet-serenade/
