18 minutes to sundown,
On a hot summer’s day.
I didn’t think darkness would ever come,
But now I don’t know if the sunlight will.
I looked up at the sky and laughed,
Because I loved the future like a child.
Tomorrow was mine,
I was free as a bird,
And I knew it would go my way.
I kindled my lights,
And I touched the soft cotton,
And a melody came into my mind.
I dreamed of the next day,
And the one after that,
And thanksgiving sat on my tongue.
There were words of praise
And fleeting joy,
A joy which I should’ve seen through.
But I lived in the moment,
And I don’t regret it,
And I can’t wait to kindle the lights once more.
Maybe some day soon,
Maybe only in my dreams.