Sun creeps to horizon, br Silent and slow-paced, br With a crimson face and br Pale light in eyes. br Travels to a citadel of hope br For open out an empire of thought br Womb of desire fecundate there again br To elicit us from the sullen pall of darkness. br To rise up with a crystal face again. br But at times our mind will sink br Under that horizontal point br At crepuscular momment of our life.