Memory’s Twilight

Memory’s Twilight

 

Memory’s twilight has come upon me in quiet reflection,
As another year comes to an end they linger on my mind,
Stirring the embers of my heart with long held affection
And resting in peace deep within where abides my soul.

Friends have been many, each unique in their own way,
Old friends give life a meaningful, joyful existence,
As time goes by they sing a deeper song, choose to stay
Where the only purpose is a deepening of the spirit.

New friends have brought the promise of ever growing,
Growing in love, like a garden of flowers opening up
From bursting buds, to colorful petals for showing
That love comes in many different forms of beauty.

Like unto the trees that give the winds the needful chance,
And allow the breezes to blow freely between them,
Let there be spaces in togetherness of friends, so as to dance
Throughout this journey of life, together in harmony.

When a deeper love grows slowly, that starts as friends,
Becomes known to the heart, let it be what it is
With no expectations, for that kind of love never ends,
And fills the void in a lonely heart, to rest in peace.

Love cannot be forced, nor can one ever be told,
To love me as I love you, for love surrounds all,
And we each embrace it in our own way to hold
It within our heart with its separate meaning.

When there is love, between the shores of your souls,
Let it be like the ever moving sea with no bonds,
Let each wave find its own path, whither it goes,
Whither it wanders to rocky shore or sandy beach.

In memory’s twilight, if we meet once more,
Let us speak again together and look deeper
When the winds of Heaven call us to shore,
Where within our hearts we will know love.
~~~

© 2016 Phyllis Doyle Burns

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I have always liked to write.It is important to me that writing comes from my heart and soul. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions. Thank you for visiting.
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I have always liked to write. It is important to me that writing comes from my heart and soul. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions. Thank you for visiting.

14 thoughts on “Memory’s Twilight

  • January 1, 2017 at 7:17 PM
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    Beautifully written from the heart and so emotive and evocative. I love the lines…’for love surrounds us all, and we all embrace it in our own way to hold,’ so true. It is we alone who chose to accept and experience it. Great work Phyllis. I must tell you Phyllis, I read the other day that scientist have discovered that trees have consciousness and an intellect we do not understand. They nurture and protect their own progeny as well as warn groups far from them about danger, releasing information through bark, released by the wind. A forester in Germany found an almost fossilized outer bark ring on the ground right next to a huge tree of the same type. Beneath the hard crust there was living cells and photosynthesis happening, yet no leaves to absorb energy and produce it. The tree had nothing but roots and was cut down over two hundred years prior. The living tree next to it, its relative, had been keeping it alive for two hundred years, by connecting its roots. We know so little, but I have always suspected that all living plants and trees have intelligence; it just that its different and probably superior to ours. Just thought you might like to hear that. take care.

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    • January 1, 2017 at 7:45 PM
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      So glad you like this poem, Tony. The thoughts within it give me much peace. I am thrilled you told me about trees and how they communicate with each other. It is absolutely amazing. I also believe that every living thing has a form of intelligence and and caring for species of their kind. That forester in Germany has come upon astounding evidence of the consciousness of trees. If it is in trees, it it is in all other plants. When I go out on the mountain to gather desert sage for smudging, I take only a small amount from several different bushes and say a prayer of gratitude, thanking the spirit of that plant for its gift. If we treat plants and trees with respect and caring it is so good for their well being. Thank you so much for sharing this information with me, Tony. It is wonderful news.

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    • January 3, 2017 at 6:48 AM
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      Been thinking a lot on this finding of trees and that amazing discovery, Tony. As soon as I get a chance I want to research this. Thanks again for sharing.

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  • January 1, 2017 at 8:33 PM
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    So beautiful Phyllis..a perfect poem as we bid farewell to one year and step into another..to fondly remember the love of our family and friends and cherish what they all bring to our lives..I enjoyed reading this and thank you so much for sharing

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    • January 1, 2017 at 9:03 PM
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      You are most welcome, Anjana. Thank you, dear friend, for reading and leaving such a wonderful comment. Happy New Year to you and your loved ones.

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  • January 3, 2017 at 1:06 AM
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    A wonderful farewell to the past year and a look toward the new. Lovely poetic expressions. Loved that last verse.

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  • January 4, 2017 at 9:26 AM
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    And no words needed to explain that kind of love felt between friends, bonded by trust and a need to care for and protect as well. I simply loved the imagery you used in this piece Phyllis. Great work. Thank you for sharing.~Paul

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    • January 4, 2017 at 3:23 PM
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      Thank you, Paul, for your kind words. You are so right about love between friends. I am so glad you appreciate this piece.

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    • January 4, 2017 at 3:26 PM
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      My pleasure, Paul, and thank you for your kind words. You are so right about love between friends. I am so glad you appreciate this piece.

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