His eyes were drinking the last sunlight of the day.
A tableau nouveau was up in the sky.
The joys he felt gave him blurred fragments of his life:
This isn’t as bad as it seems,
There’s a faded picture of his father walking the child he was
The picture swells up and its occupants come alive
The smells, the birds outside, the meaningless sounds of the father to the child
Eyes rolled back, he relives that moment and wishes it to stay
But that moment fades like all the best things he’s ever had
Loss had dug valleys on his face
The sun, the moon and the stars played in his eyes
And despite the seduction of complete surrender
He breathed and lived every breath.