Now no more the slanting rays Of rain or snow, this poetry Of weather charting the bright haze Of days on Earth, sweeping melodies
Did your forget even for a time? That our days here are limited? Feel it slipping like an evening hymn The months become years of lost moments
Most musical and to heaven extending The loves ones leave us now The Sun we once held so dear Is softly descending, O Lord our waiting eyes
This universe as wide as the speed of light These ***** nightly meditations for what You would have become, little signs Of creation and contemplation
While my world is growing dim Now no more the crimson blaze Of fiercely loving, give me wisdom For these tragedies, of losing and loving
And starry pleasures of transcendent gestures Encoded in art in private moments Of what it feels like to be lost, anonymous And solitary, the unexpected sleep Of a youth dying before their course was set.