Dimming Lights

 

Those lights –

Those dimming lights

Whispering, knowing

Moving past and beyond the closing horizon;

As silence takes its evening post

Among the pall of the hour.

Can you name that face

That somehow you have forgotten?

 

Have you weighed the depths

Of what has played; what has died

And what will live

Once the sun returns?

 

I seldom go there as much

Since the last prayer was said

At the fire;

where all there is -

Is the fire.

 

And now, the room of ghosts,

Fools and dimming lights -

wait

                   whatever awaits-

 

Those dimming lights…