slowly the sun falls;
the last sunset that graces the horizon
there will be no moon tonight
and the stars will blink out slowly, silently.
the radio hums soft songs children will sing to no more.
your arms will be cold in a few hours and
my limp fingers will grasp yours.
a flood of sunshine;
golden light falls like rain
an ethereal sight only for my eyes
like a holy being creating a miracle.
where it shines:
a flower, a tree,
a bird, a beginning
when it ends, it ends
knowledge is power
these ruined scraps
buried among ashes and bodies
words of discoveries
fade away and become nothing