And so we sit silently
Lost in tracking time,
The clock could chime at any
Moment, in the moment, a moment.
Nightfall is nearly nigh, soft on
Trailing wings of fallen sun,
And like a butterfly’s quick breath
So soon the day’s splendor’s done.
In and on an open window west
A sole sweet strand – still warm –
Sputters, slowly diminished.
Darkness
His eyes the final stroke
Cut lifeless empty.
Lasts until we move
To light a lamp at last.