How long left to glow
Like a light left on
An eye in the sun
Shutting a window

Shadow faces behind panes
Glassy features turn to rain
Wind blown places weather vanes
Ghostly whistle of a train

Limbs of trees straining low
With charcoal fingers grasp
Paper kingdoms follow
Rows of letters to clasp

As birth and death do form a bow
The present gift received for past
For only light is there to know
And only night remains at last