The day before Midwinter

 

I awake tired, in the dark

Wishing you were here with me,

And I remember

The world will end one day

But it is not today.

The seasons and the sun

Will both wind down;

The universe itself

Implode, unimaginable, or burn.

And the Gods alone know

What eyes may see

That silent day, that darkness.

But for now, the days

Go on, and the seasons turn.

The world will end one day

But neither the doomsayers’ woe

Nor my quiet heart

Can change the fact

That it is not today.

The sun will rise tomorrow

And the next day,

And I will wake again

In the receding dark

Alive and alone, and still

Wishing you were here.