Silent light

Evening casting  silence on a fading day    
 the sun's light now to a  whispering,    
life returns  whence I do not know    
not mine to understand.    
Perhaps I slept  missed that which    
was news and should have stayed,    
knowledge lost before I knew,    
knowledge is a knowing to be sought    
searched and sought before its knowing.  
Here  daylight dies,  earth in silence.    
I did not listen, too late light is fading. No!    ....    ...    
 not too late   ...   ...   ... there is time.    

Earth spins, here are echoes,    
Hear them in the wood  rainbows,    
reflections in the pool,robin's song    
at mid summer eve.    
Tomorrow wake to the pigeons' call,    
listen as roses bloom and petals furl.