At that silent, enchanted moment,

When the sun sends its last blessed rays of crimson

To kiss the earth

Then vanishes over still horizon

When today is no more and tomorrow is not yet

And the air is fresh and open –

Then, time itself stops for a second

Wondering, a little confused

As the light wind at the tree tops

Greets with a melody of freedom

The blessed blackness of night.

Moments like that may go by unattended,

But they will always leave their footnotes

In your heart