Shadow

Death
follows me closely
while life
retreats into shadows
shunning
gnarled fingers
of winters hand

My heart
palpitates a lonesome song

A ponderance of youth
yearning days of old

Where children play
in bright summer fields
and laughter
is caught in the bubbles they blew
lifted with the wind
bursting with sunshine giggles
covering the land with smiles

And as the scent of mom's apple pie
sent children scurrying home

I feel death's chill
twitting my memories
mockingly reminding
that my home
is with him now

as my eyes
fell silent
and my heart
cease to beat
into
the
shadow
I
descend