. Too long, too long, my love, Have we lain out here. Too long, too long, my love, Have our ease, our cheer Fixed us fast, sprawled in cool shade, With our arms and breasts clasped near, Too pleased to note that youth and day would fade. The sun, the sun, my love, Sinks now in the West. The sun, the sun, my love, Knows no pause or rest. I know well you shall soon miss, As I, these hours we were blessed, And time shall yet let us look back on this. Do you not see, my love, How the sky glows red? Do you not see, my love, How the day is dead? To the west, fly! Chase the light! Fly on the last dim ray shed! Or stay and mourn, blind, drowned in cold, dark Night. . . Adam Sedia (b. 1984) lives in his native Northwest Indiana, with his wife, Ivana, and their children, and practices law as a civil and appellate litigator. In addition to the Society’s publications, his poems and prose works have appeared in The Chained Muse Review, Indiana Voice Journal, and other literary journals. He is also a composer, and his musical works may be heard on his YouTube channel.