I sit beside the hearth fire of your words, <br />A temporary light by feelings heard. <br />Beyond the dark rim, winter's killing fields <br />Encroach upon a heart by memory sealed. <br /> <br />Time like a brave old rooftop slants with snow, <br />Pictures the elegance of far ago, <br />When warm sound was enough to make the cold, <br />Paint a sunset of instrumental gold.<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sunset-song/
