The Last of the Sun

Walls of fog cloud my memory, Stand higher than walking with pines, And occasionally I fall with them, For rest is something not had on my feet, I can clasp my palms tightly together, Let pour in this the last of the sun. A reminder that today may be over, But tomorrow is never too late, So if darkness clenches tightly for too long, Or if this beauty fades as it will with time, I'll lean my head back craned, And drink in this the last of the sun. Of all the airs and all the rivers flow, With all so many a daydream been had, Glowing great glares this moment of dusk, This last blink is enough to remain forever, I'll save a memory for later this life, This very last day the last of the sun.