When the sun has set and the air is cool
And a busy day let a calm evening rule,
Then night is near, with a promise of rest
For a tired body, from a work at it's best.

This is the hour to close one's eyes
Completely relaxed and free from one's ties,
While time passes, it is not a concern
Just to sink into sleep for a new return.

When songs have turned to moans and groans
And freezing chill is felt in one's bones.
Then death is near, with a promise to take
The pain of living which causes this ache.

This is the hour one is ready to go
Life is part of an imperceptible flow
One completed, what one set out to do,
Now ready to merge, like vaporous dew.

Written by Henriette, (2004)