Steadfast Men

Dear Steve

Whenever I just think of towers

I hear the wind

Relearn its song

Somewhere the clock just lost its powers

When nights just felt

Really long

What are those faint lines on the shadows,

A chair still waits,

The tools still lie,

Silence just hums beyond the meadows,

Of work well done,

Of reasons why.

What are those clouds that paint the skies,
They break, they burn,
Then form again,
The dusk breathes low where courage lies,
Of quiet flame,
Of steadfast men.

What are those whispers past the willows,
They call, they fade,
Then breathe again,
The night recalls its tender fellows,
In unseen fields,
Beyond our ken.