As the daylight fades
In the golden glow of the horizon
The quiet hush invites
A settling in the trees on earth
In fading the clouds
Hold the ends drifting off
On dreams sailing
Through the skies to another point
Gathering all the world
In its feathery touch and light
Fleeting fast towards
The next edge of darkness
Where we find rest, healing
The workings of an end
Which rises again
In a beginning, never ending
Like the cold stone