The sun’s last breath 

moon’s first memory.

A moment of quiet

steals the eyes of every

child who waits

holding to a stuffed bear

keeping their eyes 

open as long as they dare. 

 

A flash-flash of blue

red silver or gold

her time stands still

the light grows old

Stormy eyes reflect

a glowing sky

Now she is grown but 

dreams of lights gone by. 

 

Outside my window

sun’s ember burns bright

Rays reaching fruitlessly

The graceful final fight

Its warm, deathly light

touches my cheek

It’s beauty is short. 

It’s prospects bleak

 

I stand one last time

and allow myself outside

I am still that child

She will not hide

Her colors. for now 

I let her free to see

The burning sky above

and to hear nobody

 

Then the horizon doused

the flaming lights. 

And the sunset died

so I went home. 

I didn’t morn the suns death

I didn’t sigh sadly as darkness prevailed

Time works against the light

There are things to be done.