When the last glimpse of the sun
Vanishes beyond the horizon
The final breath of the day escapes,
Like a whisper between lovers.
When the light fades,
And the colors turn to black,
The great stretch of sky turns its deepest blue
Speckled with stars deep and alight.
Somehow the world seems brighter here in the night
And I find comfort in the shadows
Because sometimes darkness is easier on the eyes
As I wait to step into the light.
The music of the world swells
And carrying above the symphony of the forest
The lonely cry of a loon, solitary and mournful
A peaceful call echoing the memories of my youth.
This place holds a protected corner of my heart
A sanctuary that will never fade, no matter the long years
Reverent memories that I will protect for my part
Cherishing them, and never letting go.
So as the songs intertwine and in chorus find perfect harmony,
I will let its peace overtake and welcome me
Smothering out all other worries and fears and thoughts
As I welcome the dark slumber as I am lulled into the deep.
The Writer in White 