Behold the sun that paints the western sky,
With amber hues as years go drifting by;
The frenzied heat of noon has passed away,
To grant the gentle peace of dying day.
Upon thy brow, the snowfall of the years,
Has left a grace that calms my mortal fears;
Though silver threads now crown thy lovely head,
The stormy passions of our youth have fled.
We are the timber seasoned by the flame,
Two souls united in a single name;
No fleet romance, nor whisper of the spring,
Can match the song that faithful hearts can sing.
So let the shadows lengthen on the floor,
I love thee now as ne’er I loved before;
For in the twilight, clear and purified,
Our spirits walk forever side by side.
This piece reflects on the enduring nature of true affection, moving beyond the superficiality of youth into the profound connection of a shared lifetime. It suggests that the twilight of life is not a time of darkness, but a golden hour of clarity and unified spirit.
