Slowly slipping away like
the late August sun or
the light as the evening shades
envelope the skies,
the abandonment to love and
a simple ‘joie de vivre’ give way to
the reality of the sighs and the solitude
that leave the eyes prepared for
the loss of the spark and
the acceptance of the journey
through the dark-ness.
It is never a sudden occurrence.
There is always time given each to improvise.
It is the wonderful experience of coming and going
in a creation that is a forever surprise.