almost gone.

 

almost gone, like a life well lived,

and through the night forever.

like two people who never meet,

can know each other in their sleep.

as a river flowing your way,

you and all you do the same.

or of birds who sing in darkness,

and trees who call your name.

the breath of summer almost gone,

and no more nights like this one.

as we settle our debts and turn once more,

to winter's kiss awaiting.

sven.