The Light Is Sinking Low

Now go and rest, the light is sinking low,
And tired eyes deserve a little peace;
The running day has ended, soft and slow,
It’s time to bid your straggling worries cease.

Yes, rest: surrounded by the ones you love,
Sink down, and let the weight slip off your mind;
It’s time to raise your eyes, and look above,
And leave all of that sodden mess behind.

The work you had to do here, now is done;
The hearts you had to touch here, all are touched —
It’s time for you to focus on the one
You’ve never really cared for quite as much.

    So just let go – you’ve done your very best –
    The light is sinking low. Let go, and rest.

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant