a tale after dusk

Crowded woods 

By pale moonlight 

Deep I dive

Til I lose sight

That’s when I heard 

The seven voices singing

Dancing by fires

And the drumming ringing 

In the midnight hours

When we still remembered 

The world was ours

And hope still springs;

Septembered

Do you still miss the sky

Do you still dream to fly

Do you too follow fallen feathers 

When the rains dry

You and I are parts of poems

Written on scraps paper

Songs held safe and together

To rescue fires later

We all hope they will remember us

Are we the ones who slumber 

Are we the ones who fly

Once we take the leap

And forever say goodbye

-remembered

2018; Barend Paul Barnard