In a mirror of fine make
Perhaps it’s a play,
Or something my thoughts deflect
Because all I see is the Sunset Of Daybreak
The moon shines red
Or is it an illusion fake?
Perhaps it’s the time of the dead,
Because all I see is the Sunset of Daybreak
Drowsy as fresh dew,
Time is all I take.
Moments such as these happen few,
But, with thoughts new in life sinew,
All I see is the Sunset of Daybreak