When the sun retreats
Steady and slow,
It basks the earth
In an other-worldly glow.

Birds shy away
In a hurry to their nest
And all hearts seem
To beat a little less.

Emotions seem to stir
Sombre and hollow
Unease fills the heart
For the night that follows.

Hands clasp together
As the wind gets colder
Beneath the twilight skies,
A head rests on a shoulder.

It is a time,
A time so mystical
Even the slightest breeze
Whispers something magical...