The sun is departing, saying
farewell to a day we
can no longer reclaim, lost
to history, to our inaction, inattention.
We will try and remember it,
cling to moments from it,
but we know they are illusions
best left in a past already departed.
The stars will peer through
the flowing clouds, winking
as if we are to guess their secrets,
and soon the moon will arise
from our horizon and pull us
ever so gently into the promise
of a peaceful sleep, a promise
of a new day we hope will arrive
on her slowly departing heels.