When evening falls,

A calmness and loneliness-

Opposing forces-

Creep inside my soul.

Searching for the unknown,

Will I get there?

Will I be there?

Or be the light

Beneath the midnight sky?

The old soul, troubled.

With dimming hope,

Clings to the moon-

Finding serenity

In her warm, gentle light.

And though that night is long,

The star’s whisper softly,

Reminding the weary soul

That dawn always follows-

Bringing light to shadowed places.

Let your soul shine-

Pure and free.

© 2025 Eorie Faye