In the silence of the waning sun,
Where shadows stretch and dreams are spun,
There lies a heart that quietly weeps,
For memories lost in time’s deep heaps.

The gentle sigh of the evening breeze,
Whispers of love in rustling leaves,
Yet here I stand, beneath the sky,
With tear-streaked cheeks and a mournful sigh.

The stars emerge, one by one,
Echoes of laughter, now all done,
In this silence, I find my place,
In the tender grasp of night’s embrace.

Oh, waning sun, take with you,
The sorrow painted in hues of blue,
And in your final, fading glow,
Let my heart’s quiet longing flow.