A Promise

The evening light is fading, Across the wide expanse of green pastures, Shimmering in the last splendour Of the day, Pools of reflective shadows, As if holding his inferno of pain, Losing his dream, a cushion in his heart, His best part, Facing the truth that he had been told a lie, A kick that left his heart to die, In the fading light, Just left with memories of once a sun so bright, He has worked so hard, In the life he loves, The white dove has flown away, To find the real sunlight of each day. The will has been read, And with a stroke of a pen, He is struck down into oblivion, After a lifetime of sweat and toil. The evening light is fading, As he listens to the noisy starlings, They awaken him to reality, Of losing his powerful voice that sings. He lies awake on lonely nights, Too devastated to fight, But he makes himself a promise, He will find a different light, Sing to an easier tune, He will become immune, To the lifelong lie, As he looks up at the black sky, Highlighted by the stars and moon, He is left with a few acres and the house, It has all happened too soon, The moon glows vividly with confidence and belief, He knows he has to forget the theif, He will look forward to a softer light, A mellow glow, About him forgetting and letting go.