Golden hour

 

Just as the day turns into night

You get the chills just from the sight

The gleaming of the city’s towers

In the light of the golden hour

 

 You take a breath and clear your mind

The air is cool and sweet like wine

You’ve come awake, you are empowered

By the light of the golden hour

 

 I think of all the wrong I’ve done

The battles lost, the friendships gone

But fate will heal if you allow her

The slate is cleaned in the golden hour

 

  Like looking down at earth from space

You see just beauty, peace and grace

The dust displaced by thundershowers

And purified in the golden hour

 I think of all the wrong I’ve done

The battles lost, the friendships gone

But fate will heal if you allow her

The slate is cleaned in the golden hour

 

  And soon the gold dissolves to Blue

Storm clouds sail across the moon

I sing her name all through the night

And wait to see that golden light

 

I think of all the wrong I’ve done

The battles lost, the friendships gone

But fate will heal if you allow her

The slate is cleaned in the golden hour