The light is a reminder,
a monument,
a memorial,
a monolith,
Of the celestial era
Times now gone
through fade and
through nostalgia
And amnesia.
When a moment comes to end
it’s marked by the leaves
the wind,
and the desert sand.
The great light dampens
Meeting abrasive might.
Their smiles never
never to be resolved
into ashes
on ashes
in ashes
and ashes.