As the door starts to swing closed
And the sun is about to depart
I close my eyes and reminisce in it’s lasting warmth

I reach my hand
In efforts to preserve
The only light I had left
But that too had to go

I’ll remeber the vivid lights that blurred into sweet complacency
The way the clouds cover all the blinding spots
So that I was never harmed

like the curtains covering the windows
I am blinded to the magic
The joy I once knew