All Disappear - Poem by Dennis Lange
In one brief moment coming soon,
The setting sun will go
And beckon to the waiting moon
To take his place and glow.
And shortly after sun has set,
The walker and the wings
Will see the night in dark regret
And pack, for night, their things.
In one brief moment for the three,
Three moments - one for each,
They in this form will cease to be,
And in their place, a breach.
Perhaps the cosmos will exist
Past this three's sure demise,
But certainly it's on the list -
Make ready your goodbyes.
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