When the day has gone to sleep,
I sit by my window sill,
The earth's in a slumber deep,
And all twinkling stars are still.

The gentle wind as she breezes by,
Fingers playing with my hair
Fragrance of her silent tread,
Luring me to Love's lair.

And when the mind has shut its doors,
Tears and laughter are no more
The mistress of the blazing round,
Soothes the azure deeps.

That is when the memories come,
Grieving sighs and laughing ones
Sharing the seats of my haunted mind
With gamboling moonbeams bright.

The lingering scents of the day's flower
That's long since closed her eyes
Essence of being, that is no more
Like childhood's sweet lies.

In this final recluse, I calmly sit,
While in my mind mirrors flit;
Images of the moments spent
In the times equally sweet.

But the night darkens, I must let go;
Leave the paths that we've been through
Follow where my leaden lids lead
Bid farewell to the day's bright creed.

But like the incense that hath burnt its fate
I leave behind a presence yet,
My insatiate dreams for you to dream
While I part ways with conscious' gleam.