You're The Setting Sun, The Coming Night Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

You're the setting sun,
a quiet fire sinking low,
painting the sky in colors
only fading moments know.

You're the coming night,
soft as a whispered secret,
draping the world in shadow and stillness.

Between the light and the dark,
you are the pause,
the breath the earth takes before it dreams.

You're the ache of what's leaving,
the comfort of what's near,
the inevitability of time folding into itself.

No promises, no answers,
only the quiet certainty
that endings birth beginnings,
and the night always gives way to the dawn.