BRITTLE WINGS


A soft-lit shadow
Falls ‘cross your face
Waltzing candlelight
Fills the room
You look at me
And my life begins
Every time I leave
It seems too soon

Our love lifts high
On such brittle wings

A lifetime held
In worn picture frames 
The photos are fading
As are we
I first loved you
I was 17
You still squeeze my hand
At 83

The world still turns
But we’re slowing down
You hand is cold
But your smile is warm
Now close your eyes
I’ll soon be around
Don’t you worry about a thing
Anymore




© McGie/Lundquist