The last post drifts gently over the silent hills- momento mori- life has its own appointed season in time--for both you and me--
amidst the seeming gloom a light flickers still in the early night listen, oh listen with your heart and soul after the darkness surely follows the morning light.
* I met an undergrad in the tram in Melb. He was reading a book entitled THE PAST POST, so I wrote this and sent to him