In the Quiet Passing

When the sun sinks low and

shadows stretch,

and sits quiet by my bed,

I hope I meet it with open arms,

and not a word unsaid.

May I whisper to the fading light,

that all I touched, I made my own

--

inspired hearts, stirred restless minds,

and left some magic grown.

For in the quiet of the earth,

as nightfall swallows day,

I'll leave behind a world reborn,

and slip, unbound, away.