IOI (7/4/1934 / Hebburn.Co Durham U.K)

A Fading Dream

The purple gloom of midnight hides
all outward signs of the decay.
A sense of grandeur still abides.
That’s absent by the light of day.

Stray silver moonbeams softly show
to best advantage what remains
of elegance from long ago
but very tactfully refrain,

From highlighting faults and flaws,
so obvious in the bright sunlight.
The broken panes and sagging doors
are kindly hidden by the night..

The formal gardens overgrown.
They have been long deprived of care,
dividing walls just heaps of stone.
Show through the brambles here and there.

I chose to walk this way by night.
By daylight it distresses me
to see it in its present plight.
When I recall it used to be.

A boys idea of paradise
I used to wish that it was mine.
It makes me sad to realise.
Nothing can halt its slow decline.

They’ll tear it down and in its place.
They will erect monstrosities
without a single saving grace.
That they can sell profitably.

A stately home for centuries
will disappear without a trace.
But I will retain my memories.
That something that they can’t erase.


7-Apr-08

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Comments (21)

Wonderfully done, Very caring heart. thanks for sharing Michael
An excellent poem. I liked the last stanza. Voted
A graceful and lyric remembrance. My wife has taken me to her grandmother's house in Missouri which has fallen to ruin. We stood on the porch before a broken window and Robin told me stories of where everything used to be and how everyone who lived there busied their days.
Stray silver moonbeams softly show to best advantage what remains of elegance from long ago but very tactfully refrain, Rachel Ann Butler
going to my favorite means a lot for me..naizz
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