As evening turns its darkened stare on me
And windows seem redolent with the light,
As colours move across a drifting sea,
My soul awakes to its nocturnal flight.
The cold flows on its path. It does not touch
The body left behind to wait for dawn,
That shallow urn of ash that feels too much
The absence of its life force that is gone.
Flying through the velvet ebony
I'm fighting time's advancement to the day
But something calls its siren's song to me
That pulls me back as shadows turn to grey.
Life reaches out its physical demand
And leaves me clutching starlight in my hand.
Born in Calgary, Alberta, Pam Murray has been writing poetry since the mid-1960’s. She was married for over 41 years and has two daughters, a son-in-law, and a grandson. Pam has been published in a variety of venues. Her proudest writing accomplishment was a poem she wrote for a United Way fundraiser, which was later framed with a French translation and hung on the wall of the legislature in Ottawa, Canada. To her, poetry is a transposition of a vision she sees in her mind. Writing and crocheting are her passions.