Twilight has come again,
The day turns to the dark.
The kingdom of the nightengale,
No province of the lark.

The glory seen at dawn and noon
Has almost gone away,
But the radiance still lingers
through the closing of the day.

When finally the sun is gone
And darkness closes in,
It’s easy to believe that light
Will never come again.

But every tiny candle flame
Keeps vigil for the sun;
Memorial made of the whole sky
Until the dawn should come.

I wrote this poem the day that Pope John Paul II died. I’m not Catholic, but I still mourned the death of a good man.