Gentle into the Night
Gaze with me into the darkness of the night
During our lazy stroll at the close of day,
Talking, holding hands in the waning of the light.
The first star twinkles in a blue twilight
And beside us rests a glow of orange and gray.
Let us share a smile as we pass from dusk to night.
We have not triumphed. We have not reached our highest height.
We have tried and we fixed things along our way,
Talking, holding hands in the waning of the light.
In this trail of shadows, you are my heart's delight
You are the source of my excuses and delay
So I am amused by my dotage as I pass into the night.
My body will cool. My limbs will lose their youthful might.
Still I am comforted by our habitual dance and sway,
Together, holding hands in the waning of the light.
In the dusk I toil, my eyes failing their mortal sight.
Far from family, on rocky paths my footfalls stray
But with you in mind, I am at ease as I pass into the night.
If I am blessed to be with you again, the evening set to right,
We shall in good company keep our work and play
Together, holding hands in the waning of the light.
I will walk at whatever pace you need into the coming night.
Together, holding hands in the waning of the light.
– Eric Gallagher, for Diane, 2024
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