My twilight dawns,
sparkling a piece in my eye. Could I see the very end
And O light of my eye, where has your lightness gone.

Could the very end be much closer as it seems,
Though it seems
a common denominator of all losses over wins
Though it seems
across the light bouncing up and down the bodies of rivers and streams,
Though it seems
like painted waters, and gleams.
Though it seems
to be found in the lightness of my dreams.

Now Dawn has risen upon that setting Sun
Time has left us all behind, but still isn't gone
singing words of encouragement but we ourselves shouldn't forget that song.

As Morning wakes
becoming a vessel for an empty space,
which I much prefer if I must confess.

Night has fallen upon,
robbing the light of day behind the sun
And I shun myself for often being found in the dark
But lightness only became as was when it went ahead of the dark.

Now my time is setting,
and at the end of it all what was my lesson.