The dusk is falling softly on the ruin on <br />the hill <br />In the mellow shades of autumn the fields lie <br />green & still: <br />Stealing through the evening shadows is a <br />holy peace & fair, <br />Is it just the charm of starlight, or <br />because you're walking there? <br />through eternity between us still your <br />face keeps smiling through <br />With its glory of the sundown come <br />memories of you <br />Something gleams as we remember at <br />day's end & with the dawn, <br />Is it dew or silver tear drops <br />for the one who has passed on? <br />there's a hush upon the players, mid <br />the chatter & chaff <br />Did you hear a sound die faintly, <br />like the echo of a laugh? <br />There's a hush among the watchers <br />when the game at last is won <br />Is it just the joy of victory, do <br />they hear of soft "well done?" <br />Though there's gaiety & revels when the <br />dance is at its height <br />Memory crowds & through the windows <br />someone peers into the night <br />Through a mist of past & present gazes dimly <br />at the skies <br />In the starlight bringing comfort, or a pair <br />smiling eyes? <br />Is this just an idle fancy, just a <br />dream that brings you near? <br />With your soul beyond the starlight <br />can you still be walking here? <br />Everywhere you seem to linger, can you <br />also not forget? <br />Is it haunting reminiscence, are <br />you really with us yet.<br /><br />Eve Sewell-Shaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/is-it-5/
