Final Moments

In the final moments of the day

I often find you waiting

in a manifest pause

Filled in warmth

of the sweetest summer

Where even now

in the cold, inimical

bindings of the dying day,

– still

the light in your eyes

-spent in time-

crosses the aeons, and

Tends to me in a missive

from the depths of your heart

with the concision of

my breath

And I hold you there –

the day in its finality

unfolding inside me

like a tutelary

lessons of love assigned

to learned halls of my life

caste against the

stark silhouette

of Autumn’s setting sun



© K. James Ribble


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