All around us is silence,
twilight endeavors to balance,
as the Sun makes her way to the other side.
My day she made bright –
and how I basked in her light!
– while her gift of warmth was never denied.
But good speed to her, I must now wish –
though it tears me apart, I seek to accomplish –
when I tell her good-bye, my heart rends itself wide.
My tear-filled eyes, I cast to the sky.
Seeing the pale moon, I continue to cry –
it is her spirit, and in the darkness my guide.
With outstretched hands, I pray to this ghost
to grant me that, which I now wish most –
that I will wake to her light again, and that our bond will abide.