The day will come when the dark cloud envelopes whoever you love more than the feel of sunlight
The night will come when the somber shadows wrap up the light for one final time
We remind ourselves of this so that one day or one night when that abyss is at our feetwe remember we are all visitors to this place
we do not pass like trains on their tracks
we linger in our gardens
we pause within the embrace of our walls
waft of fresh breeze and we recall
holding hands in the meadows
the time comes when we let go
pressed petals and butterfly wings
tonight we will have supper
light candles
sort memories touch skin to skin as temporary survivors carving our initials into the twilight
with love
