the sun has set
upon our world…
a click of the door
pausing the delight
we call our life
we live the day
still smiling, yet
imprisoned by
that which we’ve
defeated all along
the ticking passage of
time now consumes us
and even the
delicate confections
i so hurredly bake
won’t live to
their name
you leave new color
upon the table
a whispering love
remaining, blooming
and i can only hope
to see you
before
the tulips
fall
