A gleam of light amid the incipient darkness,
An incandescent glow, transient, fading
Into the caress of the enveloping blackness.

The clouds are lined with a faint trace of sunlight,
A vague remnant, transient, recalling the day’s past,
Promising days to come, and imminent night.

We walk amongst the living, we lie aside the dead.
The light, once transient, doused by the abyss,
Dappled but fading, shades of inexistence: pure red.

Close your eyes and you will see

A gleam of light amid the incipient darkness,
An incandescent glow, transient, fading
Into the caress of the enveloping blackness.