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Sad when Light

begins to fade--

and cooler night

makes presence

dimly known--

Oh--deceptively so,

sunset has its fiery enchantment,

brief moments

loading the intoxicated eye--

a binge drinker at last call--

But as one

who has loved light

to the heart,

prolonged sunrise,

sung notes of birds

perched on power lines,

and taken to flight

with the first sighting of a hawk--

if death is but a brief sleep,

would one less really

be missed in heaven

or change the face of hell?