Comments about Eve Sewell-Shaw
The dusk is falling softly on the ruin on
In the mellow shades of autumn the fields lie
green & still:
Stealing through the evening shadows is a
holy peace & fair,
Is it just the charm of starlight, or
because you're walking there?
through eternity between us still your
face keeps smiling through
With its glory of the sundown come
memories of you
Something gleams as we remember at
day's end & with the dawn,
Is it dew or silver tear drops
for the one who has passed on?
there's a hush upon the players, mid ...