The sun dips low, a weary sigh,
In hues of amber, whispers die.
Upon the edge of day and night,
A silent horizon, void of light.

Memories drift on the evening breeze,
Carrying echoes of lost decrees.
As shadows stretch across the land,
Grief takes hold, a heavy hand.

The stars emerge, cold and bright,
Guiding souls through the endless night.
Yet in their glow, a sorrow clings,
A mournful tune the silence sings.

In the tapestry of fading light,
Stories untold linger in flight.
In each thread, a tale of woe,
Woven with tears of long ago.

So let the night enfold the pain,
In its embrace, a gentle refrain.
For though the horizon may seem bleak,
In silence, the heart learns to speak.

This poem captures the inevitable transition from day to night, symbolizing the journey through grief and the hope of finding expression in silence.