As tones of dusk embrace the dawn
beneath a harvest moon,
his thoughts relive the moments gone,
the lyrics 'midst his tune
and somewhere deep beneath the beat
he's carried through the years,
the echoes speak of rhythmed feet,
resigned the end is near

A gleam enflames his tired eyes
as rev'ries roam his soul,
and somewhere past their lullaby,
he hearing church bells toll
as truths invade the peaceful calm
and settle 'pon his mind,
a maelstrom made of timeless qualm
and memoirs redefined.

From whence they came, to fade away
as aons redesign
bereft a chance, like night and day
to once again align
and still, he knows, beyond a doubt
the worth he's vested there,
what life is really all about,
the seconds often shared.

As tones of dusk embrace the dawn
beneath a harvest moon,
his thoughts relive the mem'ries drawn,
the journey fraught with boons,
and somewhere deep beneath the beat
he's carried through the years
he knows he's lived a life, complete
through joyfulness and tears.