Sunset is a short work about the things we can control.
Tread gently near the bellows of rage
Lest you miss the whispers of despair
Put no measure to know another's gauge
Lest you can bear what returns unfair
All will taste the turning of each page
Lest the binding is crisp from too much care
Covet from none as a silent Sage
Lest your path be where only the forlorn dare
For all the eve must come like a bitter Mage
Lest none will sip a potion immune to despair
Be greedy with the dawn with no fear to engage
Lest the sunset find your soul while you are bare.
by James Cavell