The Fading Day

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.

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