Silver linings glimmer when the light is dimming,
Darkness seems anxious on the periphery then,
Rushing to cover the beauty that has been,
And shrivel all to emaciated thinning.

Should the premonition the thought of the future steal the present?
Is this not a call to fulfillment? The fullness of life?
That we savor her rations by the day?
Shall we weep for an unknown cause?

My cup is filled way over the brim,
For the beauty I have known,
You being a part of what I have seen,
Is the brightest light beam.