After Dark Comes Grief Poem by Patti Masterman

Like a veil of heaven resting on the stars,
The falling night spreads, like longing flying free.

Traces of memory implode against forever:
A thousand cities, the timid listen by closing doors.

Passing spirits hovering powerless as smoke,
Their last thoughts void, as through
walls of soundproof glass.

The shocked mind keeps busy
playing with pretend angels;
When darkness falls, there come voices lost in weeping
On passing winds, flaming ash keeps escaping.