Raindrops slide down the window pain
Strains on the silence
Between the droplets dropping from the leaves
If the sleepy mind should find shelter
Heater-skelter to and from the quiet
Hanging on to the light of early night
Why and what again to ask why
And why those erstwhile distant memories
Amount to such a significant part of life
It is a long light
This night-light of the north
It brings a stillness still to delight
To an insight, with which
Steadily to go forth
It is a quiet light
This light of late evening
It brings shadow to shade the fight
The will’s right, with which
To continue the grieving
