There’s a light
At the start of night
It hovers
Somewhere under the darkness
Above the city’s harshness
The deepest kind of blue
You can fall in
If it calls to you.

There’s a sound
As the sun goes down
A breathing
A hopeful kind of sighing
The heat of the day is dying
A sound that brings the dew
You might fall in
If it calls to you.

There’s a time
For a quiet mind
Between waking and dreaming
Between doubt and believing
Between doubt and believing
A time to change your mind
You might fall in
If it calls to you.

©2022 Craig Hansen