Waiting eagerly for the sun to set upon my brow,

for yesterday.Knowing it’s never going to returnagain and life must end.

Gathering their skirts,forming a newly-made rain storm in flight.

Joking around, holding our minds in a territory not many can attain.Human spirits, beautiful to behold on earth, with eyes always on heaven’s gates.Following a pathway to holy lights of bluened gardens in our final resting places.

Religiously regrouping with prayers, hope and faith, attempting to make life a little better.

to spread itself out, locating a space to fitand being put to use on many daily tasks.Only stilled and secreted in pockets of silence,one day to be pulled out and used.