| the light's final hour plays in your eyes how before night to summarize this delight? a part of it lies in our daily surprise at the late afternoon each day's demise so sudden so soon the way the moons wobble the way the time flies maybe it's just that the sky's fading light still stirs in your eyes long into the night or maybe it lies in our unmoving indifference to those things our worlds will approve or despise maybe it's just that the sky's fading light still stirs in your eyes long into the night or in a gesture so subtle no self could devise it and touched by its heat that another reply and by its own giving be made to complete or maybe it's just that the sky's fading light still stirs in your eyes long into the night |