The lowering sun dipped and bade a sad farewell,
Dragged golden rays into mournful slumber,
Reluctantly it slid behind a band of grey,
That sat atop the winter horizon.
Translucent view through crystal eyes believed,
The whipping wind enticed a flow of tears,
Rather than happy recollections of long lost years.
A view once shared and stories told,
Now isolation presses down upon a soul,
Recalling warmth and smiles and laughter,
As memories pour down from wide open skies,
Memories at the five bar gate.
* The Five Bar Gate Series *