The glory of the setting sun

Rang loudly in the firmament

And its echoes flew through its fading brightness

Into a brighter light

The simple eyes see not

But night

An unknown tongue

Which made her yield to her knees

Oh that afternoon’s whirlwind

Has almost embraced our psyche

Because we wished her well

Her last morning

It is finished

But my heart still yearns...

All she has earned, to give