That blend between the sunset and the stars,
I’ve seen death and you.
Don’t think I haven’t seen you up there,
Waving a magic hand like that of Hope and Redemption
Don’t think I haven’t felt your presence,
Having brushed a ghostly ‘good night’ against my cheek.
And I know that you see me too.
And that’s why I see you
as that perfect blend,
between the sunset
And the stars.