If you end each day alone, without love,
If your friends have left you nothing but stress,
Look and see the sun no longer above,
See he slowly goes to the west for rest.
Even though darkness will stalk till morning,
He's reborn in a burning, golden dawn.
Breathe in deep before the night and lightning.
Be and become calm. Watch that closing yawn.
A soft view of wind and vapour. Slowly
Afternoon floats and flirts with evening.
But surely turns to be a tapestry.
Fear's woven thoughts forgotten for dwindling
Twilight dances. So daylight's glow diminishes,
As a shadow cast from the West stretches.