The Last Sunset by Herbert Nehrlich

And, when the time comes

that the sun, that always has

warmed body, soul and mind,

that showed, a heavenly lantern

all roads available, to choose

though wisely, perhaps not

when for the final time

it hovers at the far horizon

hesitating for just a spell

before submerging, clutching

the sad remains of my dear soul.

I'm overcome by a dead calm,

as now the countdown is interrupted

to show to me the smiles of those

whose hands I'd held for just a while

In Memory of Klaus