It's so sweet when you

set your sights on evening.

You take my hands,

and my plans

To run away.

Fall of the day comes upon.

The sun, he is setting down

Over the green, the hills.

The horizon; the living daylight stills

It's so right when you,

Place your eyes on me.

And I know I cannot stop,

this world of feeling.

Where I'm lost inside your gaze.

Inside the maze.

In early eve's haze.

A body of work,

in The Books of the Night,

upon a cloud,

in the absence of light.

Breathing in the darkness,

stealing away the day.

This moment in time,

that bore us away.

With silent sound,

in a void of hollow bell.

Where blooms are falling all around,

this tale was there to tell.