There were days when the light was for us
When the sun lingered on our shoulders
Drawing lines of promising gold
Writing pages of poems not yet told

We didn’t notice then
Just how much the hours lazed around the days
Oblivious and unhurried
By what was on its way

There were days when time sat with us
Like a perfectly amicable guest
Filling our glasses with old world tales
of romance, wonder, regret

We’d half listen, drifting in and out with the light
Who seemed disinterested too

We rose and fell, for many circling suns

Until it hit our shoulders – that scorching beam of time
Now demanding so much of our attention
Now topping our glasses with the last of the wine

That was the day we learned the hours were not for us

So we listened

To the forgotten suns that lit up histories of our past
To the forbidden, the cherished, the weary hearts
And when we finally had something to say
About our days spent in the lingering light…

It was time to say goodnight.