By Scott Bailey © 2013

Slowly the shadows pass
As memories retreat and fade
Passing beyond the glass

Like springtime budding grass
New joys together are made
Slowly the shadows pass

This pain we will surpass
And sunbeams will cascade
Passing beyond the glass

Though sometimes the shattered glass
Will cut us like a blade
Slowly the shadows pass

New light will surely trespass
On the lawn that we have made
Passing beyond the glass

Those memories we can’t bypass
But their colour has finally greyed
Slowly the shadows pass
Passing beyond the glass

Image from Pixabay

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams

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