I know the day is fading,

I know the night draws in,

I know the light is ending,

And the darkness will begin.

 

I know the rythms slowing,

As the breeze moves in and out,

And certainty is growing,

And diminishing the doubt.

 

I feel the river flowing,

But flowing only just,

The undercurrent slowing,

Slowly drying then to dust.

 

I hear the soft wind blowing,

And rattling the trees,

And in that blowing, slowing,

To the gentlest of breeze.

 

I feel the moment passing,

The time is nearly gone,

And in that calmest moment,

I know I must move on.