Endless days are gone
in the fall
as I cling through nights
to memories of her
below fading skies of a slowing world
where I ready my ultimate winter
yet warming a final hope, the wish I wish to keep --
to one day only cleave to her, and feel the fervent heat
so I can at least tell myself
before the final gate
"I have lived, and now I close these eyes"
without fighting my fate.





© G.Cassel 2004