Light of the day has come and gone,
the evening shadows are upon,
the hills, the meadows the valleys below,
go painfully silent in the evening glow.
Then my heart, begins to fill, with numinous still,
my wondering mind, thus sees yoy there,
amongst the shadows, and everywhere,
I often hear, the gentle breeze,
whispering past the leafy trees,
telling me it's all a dream,
there's no one there, but only me.