Day has fallen To her knees, The quietude Is deafening, And love’s a tune That other people hear — She muses on Both light and hope, The way they each Are lessening, And how it is that dreams give way To fear — But lightly, o’er across the lake, An evening bird is singing, One probably no one but her Discerns And isn’t this the way of things, To wander in the shadows As each of us into the light Takes turns
To share is human:
