The Sunset Touch

I have been reading Richard Coles' autobiography, thinking about all the deaths punctuating his story, and then  all those whom I have known, not just those old, those dying of cruel dementia, of cancer, of heat disease, of AIDs, or even those who have tragically taken their own life. This poem owes a lot to T.F. Powys, and in particular to a mood he creates in "Darkness and Nathaniel".

The Sunset Touch

Before the ending of our day,

We see the sunset touch and pray

And wonder much about just how

Our time will come, next day or now

Come, final rest for weary eyes

The weight of time brings heavy sighs

And Darkness comes, our unclay foe

The time is coming, that we know

The time of sorrows will be done

The night approaches, no more sun

Embrace the Darkness, do not flee

Come, blessed death eternally.