Time is so brief I fear
In which to have you near
Your work extends you so
And I love you so dear
Our work is all one though
Whichever path we go
A labour without peer
To set the stage aglow
Pursue dramatic art?
Sounds grand – but that’s our part.
And now the gold and mauve and pink
Of sunset fades and darkness falls
And evening crowds and then we think...
Darkness has won - though street-lamps soldier on
Still overall oblivion’s in the sky
Thick and ruthless enemy of the eye...
