Against the Dying of the Light

In my darker hours
 when the shades have all been drawn
 I count the cost I've paid
 just to count myself alive
 Feel the sand slip through my fingers
 as I clutch at the shore
 feel the tide, always receding
 feel the absence of your warmth
 Could this be the last time
 that you call these arms home
 could this be the ending
 that we never thought would come
 You fade, intangible
 your words reach my heart
 at least say my name
 let me know you're safe
 that you reached the far horizon
 If we must say good bye, let it be like this
 with our eyes and mouth denying
 our hands clutched in resistance
 futile though it may be
 Standing in this moment
 against the dying of the light
 End the songs of mourning
 raise our voices now to hope
 for what passes into shadow
 is never truly gone
 for what passes into shadow
 is never truly gone
 "Go not gently (go not gently)
 into that good night
 rage, rage,(rage)
 against the dying of the light."-Dylan Thomas