upon an ending

I've heard of age; lambent light dancing in the shadows
trickling over a muddied umbrella until it surrounds us.
We rouse as does Spring through blackness,
our ripening tears devouring in torrents of madness.
Drifting into dusk, we dress ourselves in tatters and the darkness
lessens our incandescent hands into speckles in the dirt.
Earth's warm rain mists from the clouds, flooding
the depths of the Cathedrals where our bodies were once sown.
The ending of life shepherds freedom from the light and the dark.