Legacy

Instantly twilight speaks
Its color through a prism leaks
And my soul not worth a dime
Am lost in all elaborate time
For as time is, time is not
For time shall always be forgot
Withering old like the distant crow
Not quite sure which way to go
As for me I know my way
Beyond the night, beyond the day
Deep within the realms of space
My flame will be in dance with grace
There all deeds shall lie a sleep
Paused within its era’s beat

Copyright December 1995, Aurelia Shaw

This is one of the only poems I have committed to memory. One of my favorites, and has been since I wrote it.