The twilight painted on the sky,

As the daylight dies

And night sings silently,

Does in me wake

What day did break.

My burdens fall to sleep and sigh.

 

My heart heralds hymns of night song

In pine shadows so long

And the heavens so deep.

Where open stars,

Lights near yet far

As cool winds over earth do seep.

 

The sun has swooned;

An aura fills the air.

A light of day and moon

As of a maiden fair.

 

The mingling of lights silver-filled

With celestial

Incense makes all things glow

Softly and fade

To a new shade

Not yet conceived in minds below.