There was a light so long ago
That showed me all I need to know,
Upon my journey softly shone
When every trace of day was gone,
And evening’s charcoal crochet shawl
Traced gently on my sacred wall,
With such a sense of might have been
The far off light that I had seen.

Illuminations wary tread
Lets shadows hide when night is dead,
And all the souls of in between
From all the places I have been,
Come slowly forth and touch my face
Through webs of woven whispered lace,
Like tiptoe treasured memories
Of tired ships on distant seas.

And on the lines of light and shade
I’ll paint the dreams of you I’ve made,
With brush strokes from the heart of me
For I have known what love can be,
Though poetry can write a rhyme
In columned halls of endless time,
The brush strokes of eternity
Will always drift back tenderly.

By Keith Robson

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Moonlight through muslin

Moonlight through muslin
Pervading the night,
As those far distant shadows
Are hiding the light,
That was born from a day
When it danced through the air,
Like the lantern ballet
At the foot of the stair.

Morning through muslin
And silken brocade,
Like the soft fingered touch
Of a wish that was made,
As the evening passed on
All the softness of day,
Through the window of time
In its own special way.

Then the curtains were drawn
As the sun filtered through,
And it painted the room
With the freshness of you,
So you threw back the sheets
With a fragrant refrain,
As your soft primrose beauty
Shone forth once again.

The primrose stretched up
With such picturesque style,
Like a lark on the rise
Or the birth of a smile,
And the room shone again
With a kiss from the sun.
Through the muslin veil dream
That the night had begun.

By Keith Robson

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