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,
Like
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,
Like
The pennants of life
When they flutter
unfurled.

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