Since Colleen is off on her travels, there is no Tanka Tuesday. Since Colleen isn’t around to make the rules, I have used last week’s prompt again (Past and Future) to make an ottava rima.
The sun has set on that long ago day,
Hundreds of times—these small deaths of the light,
Snuffed out by the dark, since you went away—
And I walk alone with shades of the night.
Echoes of laughter and sunlight still play
In the halls of the past, bright birds with no flight.
Through mists of tomorrow I search for my wings,
Feathered dreams, flying home to the place where love sings.