Rage not…

… against the dying of the light.

for J.A.

The strain for understanding,
The yearning for a voice,
The tendency to error
When seemed no other choice —
These are motifs of living 
For every fledgling self,
And selves should be forgiving 
To selves above all else 
.
Self-knowledge was an effort,
But now the strain is past.
I turn to apprehending 
What path must be the last.
To you this may sound morbid;
To me it comfort brings
That age and grace should forbid 
Return to restless flings.

Though love is not abandoned
And mem’ries flicker through,
A quietude unplanned on
Lends solace, if you choose.
Rage not against the ending;
Rejoice in softer days
Of siren songs transcending
Into angelic lays.