Departure

1 Husband... where is the evidence that we existed? It consisted of two who have taken their own route. We are the past, moved on people who dwell in the twilight of our own autumn shadows. We are withering as the leaves fall and we fall weak without claim to breath. Adjusting as we must to the seasons of life we have quickly turned away from the knife edge of winter, we've spread our nocturnal wings and flown into the sunset at the speed of our own time. 2 With two strokes fate struck him down to a stumbling gait and the mouth of a teething baby. How different is the night now? Autumn fruit still hangs on the snow covered tree, no dreams of stars and the universe. I am in reverse. The joyful mask of the season is missing for me, but the rafters ring hopefully for the spring of winter. Winters wolf howls silently as the moon spins darkly over a spirited tree. Soon I will hear footsteps anda light will burn bright. 3 How suddenly the close of winter struck his being, how no goodbye to life was in his breath. Death came as the disappearing star on a wave... here then gone. Saving no memory, a shining thought passed into infinity, relaxed forever in a continuing light.