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.


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