Alas!
The golden chariot of the sun hath bid us farewell,
Sinking beyond the horizons edge like a weary king retiring to his celestial throne.
Lo!
Heavens are now adorned in Robes of indigo and velvet black,
Sprinkled with a thousand glistening jewels
As if the very hand of the almighty hath scattered upon the firmament
And so dear soul;
I greet thee in this most sacred hour
Where the whispers of the wind doth carry secrets unknown
And the moon in her silver majesty doth cast her gentle gaze upon us.
May thy spirit find solace in the embrace of this eve
And may the nights tender breath bestow upon thee dreams so sweet
That even the angels themselves would weep with envy.