Twilight Dreams

I am not content to fade
Into yesterday's almanac…
Landing on a shelf
Of dusty dreams 
And fading to sepia tones

I am not content
With a ribbon of gray
Threading thru my placid
Fraying my life
Into a burial shroud

I will not fade into dust
Nor go til I must
Unruffled and fettered
To mediocrity...
I want a ribbon of gold
And my eyes to behold
The azure sky of 
Twilight Dreams

Sharon Frye