Prelude

A golden day comes to an end

Still burning out at the bottom of the horizon
Fragments still living of the memories of Summer

Evanescing at last the solar tone
And a melancholy just calls the Moon
Full of an indescribable loneliness of a regret

Hungry of secrets, very high comes now the night
Dark and dense, deep and intense

In the shadow, there’re only glimmering stars
And this heart of mine at the nearest Twilight.