Stories in My Keeping

Stories in My Keeping

The night sits softly in my eyes tonight

…I’m glad the sun has set at last

if only my wayward thoughts were sleeping

… so many stories in my keeping…

I met him so many years ago

…I was a younger me…

who I no longer know

he was sitting by the railway line

all he owned tied up with twine…

on his lap a book of Dylan

opened at a certain page

he looked at me with such wisdom

that spoke volumes of his age…

we talked the afternoon away

just this gentle man and I

till the sun began slowly setting

in a distant western sky..

then he recited in deep warm tones

words that follow where ‘ere I roam-

“They shall have stars at elbow and foot;

Though they go mad they shall be sane,

Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;

Though lovers be lost love shall not;

And death shall have no dominion.”

then he looked at me spoke

in a voice akin a song…

I know the time is coming soon

in truth I am ready for that day

when I won’t wake from my final sleeping

go now… my stories are in your keeping…

sharonlee©

8/2/2011