When did the day turn into night
while we sat idly by?
Horizons slipped beyond our sight
before we blinked an eye.

When summers came we romped all day
there was no end in sight.
Then winters we would slosh away
with nary a respite.

When late-day sun felt limitless
our hearts were always filled.
We had no plan to acquiesce
and yet the evening chilled.

When do we douse that single spark;
that joy to be alive?
Just as the twilight turns to dark
we lose the will to thrive.

When is the last time that we laugh
or take our final sigh?
From frolicking to epitaph
the crows no faster fly.

When does our soul take up in flight
across the narrow glen?
Up to a place so warm and bright
where we all meet again.