The song that means the most to me today. (Yes, it’s a story of lost love, but in this case, make it an older sister who’d expected to grow old taking care of the younger one).
And a new poem…
One View From Shadow
One stands upon dark winter’s sill
And shudders at the gathering gloom
The candles gutter from a gust
That chills the room
One at the banquet fears to breathe
And silent and unmoving stands
For Time might hear and make her leave
And still her hands
Ten thousand voices in her head
Are frozen now in breathless fear
Stories untold cannot be read
No one will hear
The clock ticks on as shadow spreads
As winter falls, and cold congeals
The one pushed into shadow dreads
What time reveals
Which stories now will live or die
Which tales will to the banquet bring
Their secrets for the guests to whom
It is still spring
The shadows gather close but won’t
Silence the stories pressed by night
The words will come until they don’t…
One lifts her pen to write
Holly Lisle — Dec. 28, 2016
In memory of my sister, Julie.
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