He sat there, quietly,
In the waning heat of day,
In the dying warmth of a retreating sunset.
On his face, he felt the glow of that sunset.
Not burning, but reminding him
Of what was done…
A simmer of fading light.
So he closed his eyes.
And even in that attempt to stop the
Unavoidable closure of that day,
He still saw light through his closed eyelids,
And felt the richness of that supple sunset.
So it was with his love for her.
Regardless of the moment,
Regardless of the challenge,
Her love, and warmth found him.
There was nothing he could do to stop it,
Nor, did he want to.
She was with him, then…
© 2017 W. C. Stacia, Jr.