The sun refused to set that evening long
It lingered like a guest who could not leave
The shadows hid wherever they belong
And left the world with nothing to believe
Your silhouette was carved against the gold
A figure cut from everything that fades
I watched the light do everything it told
Before it fell into the evening shades
The garden clock had stopped at half past nine
Or maybe it was simply too content
To let the minutes tangle with the vine
That wrapped around the hours we had spent
A turning point arrived without a sound
The kind that shifts the axis of the chest
The longest day was finally turning round
And pulling all the warmth into the west
I felt the season bending in my bones
A pivot made of gratitude and loss
The daylight left me standing here alone
But not alone enough to feel the cost
The horizon bowed its head and dimmed its glow
The final beam descended through the trees
I marked the spot where brightness chose to go
And felt the turning of the evening breeze
The dark arrived like something I had known
A companion reaching out right on time
I welcomed it and faced it here alone
And found it gentle in its own design
