art apropos

Won’t you come in here and sit with me awhile?
Sip a Darjeeling, ask me about my day?
Let’s stick our feet under the patchwork blanket
Fall has draped over these tired knees,
Let’s warm by low fires of memories passing,
And reflect as twilight fades into the darkness.

Won’t you come in here and listen close?
I have stories to tell, many lessons to teach you.
I can feel my senses’ whispered retreat,
Like the fleeting warmth of a November sun.
Let‘s bathe together in the deepening blue,
And watch as the ripples fade into the distance.

Won’t you come in here and read me a story?
There lies my favorite, over there on the mantel,
Take care that the pages don’t fall into pieces
Grasp ever so softly those castles of sand,
Let’s soar over mountains, dive deep into fathoms,
And never return to these mortal remains.

Won’t you come in here and tell me your name?
Speak up, little diamond, I can barely hear you.
The hallway is bustling with so many voices,
Closer one moment then farther away.
I grasp at the laughter, peel back the curtain
But now all is quiet, just echoes remain.

How long have you been here? been trying to reach you.
Here give me your hand, let me feel you again,
Your mischievous smile is all dusty velvet
You say you’re my daughter, my nephew, my son?
But where did you go now? The lights have grown dimmer.
Do I hear a shadow come knocking at last?