FINALITY
The stars grow pale in heaven.
The trembling earth stands still.
A brown bird sings its final song,
Beneath my window-sill,
And tired out now, my eyelids close;
Veiled with the dim dusk-light.
Goodbye, sweet world! Goodnight my love!
This is my last goodnight.
Poem by Iris Martin, 1964
Stephen
25th July 2020