Twilight of the Listener
by Marcus Draik

Fading now
Like the twilight of the old lamp
Fading, these memories:
Huddled in her rocker,
Imparting her tales;
Abed by the twinkling stars
And the tune of the old clock.
Scattered to the night
These seeds of humanity
Scattered, this magic
Grasping for all that is left
The twilight of a world of dreams
Yellowed with age
Like the tune of the old toy clock