The Rocking Chair

Rocking up and down,
creakless in gentle waves.
Watching the thick orange rays
that set slow over these long days.

Memories forgotten
of the long journey here.
The past unimportant,
as we relax in the garden
to gentle birdsong,
and the elements that flow here.

Forward and back.
Rise and fall.
Slow time, curled,
like a still falling feather.
Awaiting the stars and a silver-moon world.
A sunset dream that lasts forever.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.