chairside twilight

Sometimes a poem is an expression of pure, unadulterated emotion.

That’s it. Simple in its intention. No great masterwork of literature. Just a good read that (hopefully) captures your heart.

This poem started as an image of a lonely old man in his den drifting to sleep. Maybe even death? He’s recalling the “forever sorrow of such loss.”

And it punched me in the gut. My wife and I have been together for over 30 years. Blessed with an amazing love, an amazing life.

How would I feel – as this old man – if she passed first? This poem was the result. All feels. And a lot of tears when I finished.

I hope you can connect as fully with this poem as I did writing it. Please leave your Comments below. I’d love to hear your thoughts and feelings.

-PS Conway ☘ ☘ ☘

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chairside twilight

the fireplace embers whisper

me to sleep, the candles burn low

warm glow receding into dim

chairside twilight, my head nods

with sweet sleep’s sultry moonrise,

my eyes flutter, resisting dreams

possessed by visions of you,

the forever sorrow of such loss,

still there i am beside you

under the same starlit sky

where we first kissed, where we once

gamboled with faeries through

fields of heather ‘long the sea,

where love’s sweet surrender swept

us away like the evening tide,

where forever had no end, no

final goodbyes, no graveyard tears,

and for this fleeting moment,

in this dim den’s darkened chill,

i recall joy.