Sun setting
Upon still waters;
Fading light of
A mirror’s reflection.

Staring at the stories
Etched upon papyrus made flesh;
Breathing  between joy and pain.

Touching the platinum strands
Hiding within the ebony whiskers;
Thinking about the dusty roads
Revealing the marks of abandoned footprints.

Feeling the evening breeze;
Hearing the wind chimes
Play its last song.

Published by David W. Jones

David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television. View all posts by David W. Jones