As the Sun

Dipped down

Beneath my feet,

And the Moon

Tipped over my head,

The dimming mirror

Of this final Twilight

Beckoned me to

Gaze into the mirror within this

Glimmering spectrum.

This day in passing,

The 365th drop in the bucket,

Is a current along my face

As it ripples across

the glassy sky.

What memories have I stored here?

How have I grown

Through accomplishment

Or regret?

What will I remember…

Or forget?