The sky in the west slowly puts on a fresh array of colors
Which are held for him by a row of ancient trees;
You watch: and the two worlds steal away from you;
One passes to heaven, the other falling;
Leaving you not really belonging to either
Not so hushed and empty as a darkened house;
Not obsessed with the eternal like the stars which climb-
Leaving you (beyond words and unable to unwind) your life
Shaken and awed by its vastness, unraveling
So that, now limited, but once morŠµ grasping
Your life moves between both stonŠµ and star