As night falls

With more memories than projects,
with more past than future,
with a present, slim as always,
with a life that’s fleeing.
From wide places of oblivion
come beloved faces,
eyes that have looked at me,
lips that have talked to me,
voices that kept me company.
Those feet that showed me
to stand up tall and walk,
and the hands that protected me
holding on to my hands
and the arms that embraced me.
What intangible sweetness
there lived all around me.
How I have felt loved,
how I have felt loved.
As night falls
some memories make me alive.
Some memories make me alive
as night falls.
With more memories than projects,
with more past than future,
with a present, slight as always,
with a life that’s fleeing.
As night falls
some memories make me alive.
Some memories make me alive
as night falls.