Night Magic

The sun sinks and turns the sky to flame, burning

itself out, extinguished by the magic of night emerging,

turning our sanctuary into an immense cavern of darkness

while we, holding hands, stand together, watching,

watchful, the darkness spreading and shrinking us

to tiny specks, some dusty and foreign relics to be

discovered, perhaps, eons from now, dug out

of the ruins of a lost time, a lost place, the rocks

around us carefully removed, chipped away to expose us,

old remnants of a forgotten species, now extinct, speculations

rising about the time and place, the habits and behaviors,

the whos, the whats, the wheres and wherefor, two fossils

intact, watching the sun set and the night magic begin,

an immense darkness forming around us slowly, revealing

a world grown large and distant, leaving us behind,

holding hands, watching, a little afraid even, and wondering,

perhaps, what it is we will leave behind in our passing.