Time passed,
And kept passing,
Soft clouds overhead drifted
And bits of tender sky peeked out around them.
I looked around and was still alone
Only my own thoughts hinting I was ever not alone.

Descend, now, towards the final equinox
When the night is as long as this shining day,
Sliding surely towards the darkness,
Creeping chill, a shiver in my bones.
Walk through the nodding grasses
Walk alone home.