Soft cotton on the staircase, velveted all around... <br />Ghosting whispers, faint airs drifting... <br />Eternal calls. <br />Passing up and on, turning twice...then <br />The door. <br /> <br />Into the night, away to the depth... <br />Where clocks rest, <br />Where sparrows nest, <br />The love of a woman lies in shadow-darkened <br />Skies. <br /> <br />Bright rings put away on brocade, long hair <br />Taken down...combs on the table... <br />A loving call, Eternal call... <br />Flowing silk to laced windows... <br />Slender fingers brush the panes... <br />Thick mists forming. <br />There was no warning. <br /> <br />Into the night, away to the depth... <br />Where clocks rest, <br />Where sparrows nest, <br />The love of a woman lies in shadow-darkened <br />Skies. <br /> <br />Dancing shoes, laughing eyes, sherry <br />In the parlor... <br />Crystal glasses, <br />Christmas Holly. <br />Candles alight...mirrors hold the trees <br />Of years ago. Living on. Never taken down. <br />Forever Christmas. <br />Forever the loving call.<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ivy-and-the-rose/
