#55

It's not just for the rising time
that shades are drawn
to keep the light away;
It's for going to sleep near the end
of a still-light day.

There, through the porthole,
the darkening sky and I are companions
in fading to black at sea;
Our rise and set- a synchronicity.

A new one on me: the shadeless night,
so late in life to get to know
and fall asleep in indigo.

By Art Garfunkle.