As the sun goes down

As the sun goes down

He stands

By the garden gate

A warm breeze

Playing across the meadow

Gently it swings

Free of encumbrance

Back and forth

As the hinges squeak

A lazy accompaniment

To the process of dreaming

Breathing in the scent of

Cherry blossom

Remembering the days

When as a child

Waiting was forever

Until the time came

For taking action

To keep from sliding

When everything moved

Too quickly

For comprehension

Of a meaning

To the unfolding

Of days

Keeping pace with living

Was a wonder

In itself

Before the age of reason

Slowed things down

Until they stopped.

The gate swings shut

Hard against the frame

All good things

Come together, eventually

As the sun goes down

English country garden

Dreamers

Sadly sigh

As the blind cruelty

Behind the light of yesterday

Leaves the sky

Empty but for shadows.