When time slows between day and night

And birds forgo their gift of flight

And the sun sends rays of dappled light

To touch the land in dark gold streams

Xx.

The times of grey, nor good nor bad

When ghosts appear to take our hand

And lead us to the lost dream land

And shroud the world in darkness

Xx.

When pale stars dot the evening sky

And beauty disperses all questions of ‘Why’

Behind far hills, the sun sinks with a sigh

And the cold moon rises above us

Xx.

When crickets start to chirp their song

And the hours seem to stretch so long

When the final touch of sun is gone

Then night descends upon us