Saturday, September 27, 2008

The Bookends of Life

The book ends of life
Form a comforting wall,
But sometimes
The books
Can all topple
And fall,
Then the chapters
You read
Have a different feel,
A carriage and four
When it loses
A wheel.

The pages you keep
With your bookmark of gold,
Can save you
A place
Where the story
Is told,
When your bookends
Are back
On each side
Of your world,
The pennants of life
When they flutter

When nights shuttered door
Casts a shadow on through,
The absence
Of light
Makes a difference
To you,
Though the bookends
are back
When you needed
Them most,
You still hide
From the vision
Of yesterdays ghost