Requiem For the Day

Now let twilight sound the knell,
for a day I’ve lived, and loved so well.
Each hour marked by it’s own song,
with hopeful dreams that sang along.

A day of warmth when I am cold,
a day of youth when I am old.
Let this day’s timely blossom fall,
in the orchard there, beyond the wall.

To be remembered in a dream,
where all good things are as they seem.
Goodnight, goodnight, the vespers call.
I love you one, I love you all.