one last vibrant, radiant display.
Soon the warmth is washed away.
Shades of night subdue the light
and the air is chilled,
and the will is stilled,
and quiet is the night.
Starlight reflections of memory's recollections dance on the minds of the weary.
The darkness makes the travel dreary.
Oh sweet life; how tender,
How rare those transposing moments we one with another share.
Oh sweet repose, where angels light.
We close our eyes, we transcend the night.
Earth reclaims mortality
and the breath is stilled,
sorrow and joy collide.
The unbound soul breaks free, increasing God's glory and embracing eternity.
Written for Karen Haber. August 27, 2000
