Meridian's End

The meridian passes as the sun leaves the day,
a crimson trail, a soft decay—
the mortified soul shifts prints in the sand,
etched by winds that erase with a gentle hand.

Wild shutting of eyes, devouring the past,
memories flicker like shadows cast.
Let my light still burn through the darkening sky,
let the stars recall my name when I die.

For the tides will wash, the sun will set,
and the world will move on, eager to forget.
Yet here I stand, in the twilight’s embrace,
longing to leave a mark, a trace.

The sand shifts beneath my feet,
time’s relentless rhythm, a steady beat.
But as the day fades and shadows grow,
I refuse to let my light go.

Devour the darkness, swallow the night—
let my name linger in the fading light.
For even as the sun dips beyond the sea,
I pray there’s still a spark left in me.

A fire that burns, a soul that yearns
to be remembered in the cycles that turn.
Let the wild winds carry my breath,
a whisper of life that defies death.

As the meridian fades and the night takes hold,
let not my story be left untold.
Let my light burn, let it remain—
a beacon of hope against the rain.