In weakness
cling to brittle bones.
Blaze,
molten orange
on leaden sky.

Kiss the sun
one last time,
summer’s fire leaks from your veins.

Pulse thin and aching,
cast yourself into this fall,

all this falling.

No loud dispute,
no furtive begging,
can postpone this fall.

Like a shooting star,
exploit this drift
to set ablaze ambient air.

Flare,
and reach for dawn
one last time.

These final moments shine,
ours to keep through silent cold

until we rise again.

In all this falling,
know this –

you never fall unseen,
you never fall alone.