EVENFALL

The sands are running fast.
After the gloaming, the vanishing of light.
Is my day really past?
Is this indeed the coming on of night?

And then the frigid darkness
Of deep and long and barren loneliness.

Then I shall see that all my hopes ’ve gone,
Leaving my dreams undone.
Then I shall see that all my girls have left,
Leaving me naked, wretched and bereft,
In a world dreary and sad,
Where all my friends are dead.

March 2000