Richard Trembath Poems
- Candles The silent glow flickers on your face and is ...
- The Tree On Gibbet Hill BENEATH your dying, splintered ...
- Our Winter Lives They disappear more quickly in the ...
- In The Company Of Strangers We live our lives in the ...
- We Have Grown Old We have, both of us, grown old And our ...
- While Love Remains We are never apart as long as I ...
- Within The Soft Night's Warm E... Hid by woman’s precious ...
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The silent glow flickers on your face
and is mirrored in your eyes.
Contentment, soft-edged, settles
and surrounds you
in your haven from the world.
The candles, like our lives,
and, one by one,
they flicker, and are gone.
But they are not gone yet:
They linger still, their light endures.
Their time has not yet come.
Not yet, not yet.