THE CHIME

Gazing through the swirling fog;
the cloying mists of time,
hoping to see
the ones I love,
before the clocks cold chime.
 
Beyond the final curtain;
the call of a tolling bell,
what destiny awaits me
as shadows fall
over all that I know so well?
 
Will I become one with eternity,
a leaf flowing gently downstream,
will days long past
now dictate my course
or the darkness lift from my dreams?
 
Wind whistling through the trees outside,
taunting the depths of my soul,
whispering, wondering,
has the moment arrived,
is it time to pay my last toll?
 
Mists creeping from every side
ignoring my desperate plea,
for just one more page
in the tome of my life,
let my pen, at last, set me free.
 
Gazing through the swirling fog;
the cloying mists of time,
will I finally see
the ones I love,
before the clocks cold chime?
 


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Written by Darren Scanlon, 4th December 2015
© 2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.

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