the beuty died bfore my eyes
fire faded from the skies
the moon, oblique, among the clouds
in it's quadrant shone out proud
the stars through murky light did shine
this time i claim,this time is mine
through tired eyes from daily living
i see the glory,sunset given
and in my mind i try to see
the reverence it brings to me
it's beuty there for all to see
as it sinks to eternity
there must be more than i am taking
from creation and it's making
how can something of such might
fade away becoming night