not enough varnish

lesson of the day is:          
'nothing lasts forever'            
            
like wayward ash            
geronimo-ing from            
a cigarette on a            
windy day in april,            
             
like a river running dry,            
or big ol' double rainbows,            
       
vacations, and          
     
ice cream in the sun,    
candles burning      
through their last  
inch of wick,            
or            
someone you love            
performing            
their swan song            
covert beneath a bridge.            
             
*            
             
nothing lasts forever,            
but the quiet stir of      
Her voice scares the dark.