Had I been borne on autumn wind,
I would have come no faster.
As one who has too often sinned
Will stand before her master,
So came I, too, to sunset glow.
The sun-and-hill collision
Pulled me beneath its undertow.
The burnt and golden vision
Seemed overwrought for such as I,
Who never once deserved
The way you come to satisfy
And leave me quite unnerved.
Had I been borne on winter wind
To meet you here tonight,
My spirit might concede to bend
To golden purple light.
The mist that settles on these hills
Obscure as days ahead
Invades my skin, heartily fills
My soul with ready dread.
But oh, the peace of knowing leaves
Though dead, are free at least.
Must I die too? How my soul grieves;
My steady will has ceased.
This was your plan: the sunsets grow,
Shall signal my surrender.
My plans have failed; I'm free to go,
No longer a contender.
I have been borne on autumn light
To be taught by sunsets, gently,
That I am called to die tonight,
And this is where you sent me.
postscript
Autumn is here. And there is a lovely view over a valley above which my campus is located. God teaches me a lot when I go stand on the edge and watch the sunsets.