the night is wearing away
effacing life
for there is one who is about to slide
into the dark coolness
of an overcast summer night

he is resting
he is without motion
he is laboring
in silence
in a peaceful space
he forgets to breathe

Breathe.
Breathe.

a slight breath comes
very shallow
very short and then
finally rest

she is there with him
in quiet
in sadness
in solitude
in solace
she is there
having gone the distance
there to ease the passing
of his spirit
into the summer night