the years picture shadows play, hanging like baubles on the tree.
by Andy Brookes
reflecting the time gone, time yet to be.
some radiant with treasures, string of lantern lights
dreams ready to become reality plump for the picking
others dark with sadness and pain, distant memories healed,
though the scars remain, to tickle like tinsel, added to experience.
my heart, ah hope still lies yet therefor future brightness.