Somnolent sun, are you the one bleeding

Or bruising up the sky

As you fall behind the old world's silhouette?

Drowsy old day

Sleep it away

Breathing against hair of willow's white

As you close your eyes

To dreams of no regret

And all the time as clouds slide by the day is ending

(The firmament in plum blush and salmon)

And when the moon wells in the sky it's just reflecting you

(The blue windows, the stars all silver and cold)