

A hush descends
on dying light
the day withdraws
Where shadows fall
and silence grows
thy presence moves
no spirit knows
A warmth unseen
in fading air
yet all is changed
because thou’rt there
No mortal tongue
could shape thy name
nor hold the spark
of such a flame
And time itself
in quiet grace
forgets its course
to rest in thee
All things bend
all things cease
drawn toward
thy
quiet peace
Let it fall let it fade
all that lives
must be unmade Yet in thee
something stays
beyond time beyond decay A word once stirred upon the air
yet died before
it lingered there Emma… Too soft for sound too pure to claim
it passed—and left
no mark, no name
No hand may hold
what is not given
no voice command the light of heaven
Still it moves unseen,
unknown
yet shapes the world as if its own Let all fade let
all depart
still thou dwell’st within the heart
What is lost
what is true
turns, at last,
again to you
A fleeting light
a silent flame unheld
unnamed