The day is done,
past the line of midnight
only darkness dwells,
and I thought of Nick Drake
and his song,
his short voyage in this life,
his passing into the night -
yet here I am listening
to Longfellow's poem
I had no idea existed,
writing
under its influence,
all my words laid down here
shaped by that longer passage,
and yet I will forget
the poem and remember
the song
until dissolving
into the night
when the last day is done.
There is no memory
that won't fade.
02.09.2025
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