Twilight

Whispering trees slowly fade
into cascading darkness
wondrously melting into shade
a sudden stillness
creeps upon the land
the death of day
is sunlight's end
and all that is may
might never again rise to see
another morninglight
souls wandering and flying free
in the shadows of the night
rising high above everything else
leaving everything behin
and everything that ails
is banned from their minds
and though they might never see
their beloved ones again
they are finally free
so not all is in vain