There is a time when the sun dipping low
Lays a long shadow and waning it shines
For one last hour basking us in its glow.
Its admonition to the summer wine.
And of those who know, having read the runes
Sense the last fruit that ripens and flowers
As the past beckons and the future strewn
Full of sweet decay, listless in its power.
Who that have no fortress will be alone,
Walking that solitary path where the dead
Listen to the living becoming friends
Along that barren road where life has shown
It’s truths and half truths and where the leaves shed
Like restless souls drifting as they descend.