Whispers On The Twilight Air

Soft whispers rise upon the twilight air
As day doth wane and shadows gather near
The sun’s last breath, so golden and so fair
Doth cast its glow upon the spire clear

Towering stones, in solemn grandeur crowned
Embrace the hues of dusk’s celestial fire
While distant choirs in holy strains resound
And fill the night with echoes that inspire

The fading light doth gently play and dance
Upon the ancient stones, both firm and cold
And in this hour, the soul feels sweet romance
A fleeting warmth in evening’s tender hold

Thus does the sun, with grace in final flight
Depart in peace and yield to sacred night