The Topaz Trail |
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© Claude Morris
The stars are pale on the Topaz Trail -
Not like they used to be -
Their gleam is gone, to linger on
Within my memory.
The butterflies that recognise
The host trees on the creek,
Will end their quest and come to rest
Upon the trees they seek
Silently - by the night set free -
The night-hawk flits its way
From glen to glen and back again,
Till sunrise brings the day.
Once more I see in memory,
The fall of night begun,
With clouds that set in silhouette
Against the dying sun.
Farewell old friends, Long Night extends
To stretch from, shore to shore,
Then you and I must say good bye -
Perhaps for ever more. |
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