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.
