On The Wind Poem by Barry Middleton

the sun is bravely fading now
the air is cold and clear
and I will hide myself indoors
though I have naught to fear

no fear today to hold at bay
for I have seen the end
unlike the sun there is no show
when mortal men descend

and death is a familiar road
I see the final bend
beyond a bridge I roam no more
as every path must end

and so I watch the setting sun
with very few regrets
for every man must pass this way
though every man forgets

but if you grieve my going forth
then know I can be found
upon the wind on winter days
out where the sun goes down