I whisper of endings as warmth softly fades,

While fields blush lavender in delicate shades.

The birds hush their chorus, and shadows grow long,

A hush settles in where daylight was strong.

My face is a palette of ember and gold,

Embracing the edge of the night’s gentle fold.

When brightness surrenders and stars faintly gleam,

I cradle the moment betwixt wake and dream.