Light and shadow

Creaky gates open
Into an age-worn place
Rickety steps
Lead to the now
A familiar space
Yet strange somehow
Light filters in…
A dusty beam
From yesterday
Past lurking shadows
Some, my own
Thru curtains of time
Half drawn over memories-
Most unlived, most forlorn
…and falls on
A yellowing picture
Carelessly framed
Of a face with an open smile
A smile…one that reached the eyes
It is a face I used to know
A face that I think I once wore

Ahh..My weary wary mind...
Pawn of the devil - Time
What wicked tricks you play!

Anita