Saturday, May 13, 2023

Sonnet from the Shadowlands

The sun declines in western sky. Withdrawn

Are clarity of light and hue; brought on,

Long shadows, foggy veils, the sacred hush

Of darkling valley, far from pastures lush.

The golden hour rays play hide and seek,

Illuminate her face with glorious peek

Of unveiled radiance. Then it flies away;

The light of smiling eyes fades, vesperal gray.

Sundowning steals her stories; details dim,

Degrade and recombine in moment’s whim.

The twilight of unknowing steals the one

Who knew me knit together, blood and bone.

In Shadowlands, I clasp my hands round hers,

Here, side by side, as gathering dusk sight blurs.

A poem in honor of dementia patients and those who love them ❤️‍🩹

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