Children Of The Afternoon Wind Poem by Adrian Antique

Roses in the early evening tide …
Little yellow ribbons of my pride -
Your light is so much more than I can see …
You are the stars that complete my sea.

I see you beyond the wall of glass
Playing with a tin can, dancing on the grass -
Your voices, a sonata of whistles and gurgles
Mixing with the afternoon wind and my little struggles.

Please carry my tired, sleepy soul away …
Just sweep my aging shadow to the ends of this day.
May your songs of glee that begins the twilight
Brush away the darkness from the colors of my night.

It is almost over and the sun is about to leave with a smile …
Glad you're all near as I've been alone for a while -
Running around like bursts of laughter and fireflies,
Moving pieces of magic, angels of the greying skies.

Love is never stopping the tears for our beloved goodbyes …
Is walking on through the ripples of grief's unbroken ties,
Through the clouds i've been afraid to look at when someone dies -
I see these children with their tiny, round eyes …
and the restless pictures of hope's butterflies.


adrian b. antique 10.27.23