Evening

I whistled a little tune on the sunset of this day.

I whistled a little tune for my dreams had gone astray.

I whistled a little tune for my spirit was light and gay.

I whistled a little tune in the hopes that you would stay.

The light is slowly dimming and your face is slightly gray.

My love for you is brimming and I beg for you to play.

I know your songs and hymning, signs that you're going away.

This day I’m left foreboding, a due, the sun and crimson ray.  Ω

Share the sunset with a friend, and give time for silence, a sweet sound.