The evening comes with its illusion Upon the sky it casts the stars of dreams And put the hearts to mild confusion Lit by some lovely moonlight’s beams. A lonely soul still seems to languish For wonders on this dying Earth But this unwanted curse of anguish! Only to silent tears it gives birth! And they are trickling through the fingers And getting lost in wither’d grass. The feeling of despair lingers In bitter grief of solitude, Alas! That solemn mystery of twilight Along with nocturnal affectionate embrace Gives solace in the bed of deep night Charming with its sparkling grace. But tears of the soul won’t vanish Though they are not seen in the eyes The sorrow for a while you banish Yet in the bottom of your heart it still lies. December 12th, 2005