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.