Dusk

The sun sets on us all
each ray a precious gift
but then it’s time to fall

beneath the dreaded pall
no dawn could ever lift,
the sun sets on us all—

our shadows tower tall
priorities will shift
but then it’s time to fall,

to heed our maker’s call
from that other-worldly rift.
The sun sets on us all

it lessens in the hall
where dust is known to drift
but then it’s time to fall

leaving no way to stall
that which comes so swift—
the sun sets on us all
and then it’s time to fall.