The Longest of Days

On the longest of days 

she spent only half in the sun

She stepped into the shade,

rather her own shadow,

foolish to fear herself getting burned.

On even the longest of days,

did sparkles dim,

and Dusk drew in deep,

shadows grew darker,

her flickering smile went out,

Wisps of a far,happy past

faded into nothing,

as did the old laugh lines.

At the end of the longest of days,

A single white hair

against a deep blue sky

Said, a new dawn was near

Spend in peace the last few hours

The last one only in happiness.