The Tiring of The Sun

Amongst the ruins
of the day,
The tiring of the sun
Leaves a
worn
out
soul.
Lost in time
and reality,
Overarched by his
hole
for her.
Filling it in
part
this day.
Filling it in
whole
ever presently.
Miles
accenting
her absence,
Memoirs of wonders
rehearsing days gone by.
Giving peace
as dark enters
the eyes,
Granting strength
For the gap
between
then and now.