Lingering Shadows.

                Lingering Shadows

I'll gladly listen to your words whenever, you chose to extol
Your words your verses of poetry they're like a balm to me
The memories of childhood so very, far away
But those memories were good, in every which way
The magic of it all..
In accordance with the magic from, those days
The days of my youth when poetry verses were born for you for me
In between the distances,
The distances between me and you
Between the lane's the closed shops and the roads dusty so hot.
That bench the fallen leaves the colour of yellow so bright
Lingering shadows
Amongst the houses opened doors
Heavily in mist between the footpaths the trees
Hanging heavily so thickly, over lowlands over the rivers
The rail tracks.
Lighting those tracks thickly in fog, eerily like
Aimlessly I walk from street to street
Roaming free go where ever I want,
See whatever I, please.
Roaming free in expectancy, I stand listening,
To your words you verses of love of poetry
Speaking, whispering softly so softly so just, you can hear
Breathing each word each sound each little nuance,
Hanging mid-air as if still there..my mentor.
That saw in me, what others did not
In me, he believed..
Going from lane to lane street to street
By yellow house, I stopped outside the brown door
I knew so well, writing my words, my verses of poetry
Bellow that street lamp, where the light shone for me
Behind that brown door where love lived, once before
Standing there, watching you through your window pane
Searching through those papers where words,
Are, newly born.
Time and time again without refrain listening to you.
Are you the one!
Are you listening!
Are you?

By Connie James.