The Last Horizon

As light dances red to horizon's end So do we, approaching last breath To complete life's arc, with its final bend And contemplate stillness in silent death How quickly we flee from our past design Find disordered reflections to ponder And struggle with our memory's decline To lose direction, begin to wander How fleeting our journey across this place Through life's cluttered meadows of colored days Their smaller shadows, their vanishing trace We'll cling to fading days of lighter grays How slow our understanding of this plight How short journey's end through darkness and light contest Number 231