End Of Day 2 Poem by Barry Middleton

one day is like the next
the sun paints golden shadows

then soon the velvet night
will gather memories

like rhythms of the sea
or sails of forgotten dreams

fragments of my life
comfort and torture me

for some I would forget
still others are my soul

the golden shadows creep
into the dreaming night

the tide is going out
to take me from the day

and with it memory
will soon be washed away

the sea is quieter now
only ripples still remain