In the quiet of the evening's embrace,
Where shadows dance and day gives way,
A cardinal sings with tender grace,
Its song a beacon in the fading day.

Oh cardinal, in the twilight's hue,
Your melody, a bridge to skies above,
A whisper of the love I once knew,
Reminding me of my lost love.

Your notes, like tears, fall soft and true,
Echoes of memories that linger still,
Each sound, a touch of what we knew,
In the quiet night, my heart you fill.

Though he has passed beyond the veil,
His spirit in your song does soar,
A guardian near, as shadows pale,
Watching, guiding, forevermore.

Your evening hymn, a sacred plea,
A testament that love remains,
Unbroken by life's transient sea,
An anchor through its joy and pains.

Oh cardinal, your song is balm,
A solace in the evening's gloom,
With every note, a healing calm,
In your melody, love finds room.

Sing, dear cardinal, sing for me,
For in your song, my love does dwell,
A presence near, though I can't see,
In your twilight song, my heart does swell.

In the depth of night's embrace,
Your tune, a beacon, bright and clear,
My love, though lost, I still trace,
In your song, he is ever near.


©April 21, 2025
Diane E. Dockum