As we move yet

one more step

towards dust

Desire fades

and jealousy

and anguish

at loves lost

And days become

copies of days

before and

after following

The brassy sun

laughs youthfully

at us, reflecting

from hair and

skin of the young

But we are not

fooled by this

party of light

as we know

too the sun

is as we

Old and dancing

in show against

the coming night

Which holding memories

as stars

arrays its sky

above and before

us

Until all we dreamed

has become constellations

of myth and unsure

remembrance

And in the moment

of knowing this will be

we see those

we have loved

Fiery traces

flung heavenward

to become

beacons

Warm

and watching

in eternal dark

for those who seek

the stars

Originally published in This Land, Vol. 6, Issue 2, January 15, 2015.