A song I wrote from in the blue shadows of evening.

1.  The moon is her mask
     the stars are her tears,
     veiled in darkness
     and endless years,
     gathering sighs,
     lost and forlorn,
     she lingers in silence
     and wraps me in thorn.

chorus:  Soft and low, she calls to me,
             A friend I'd rather never see--
             Cold, is her comfort and embrace,
             ghosting by in tranquil grace--

2.  Death is sometimes
     by her side
     In the shadows
     of eventide.
     An open wound
     that we all know,
     she haunts lost reaches
     deep in the soul.

chorus:  Soft and low, she calls to me,
             A friend I'd rather never see--
             Cold is her comfort and embrace,
             ghosting by in tranquil grace--

cres.     Melancholy whispers,
            "child you are blessed,
            wisdom grows from pain
            in the valley of excess."

chorus:   Soft and low, she calls to me,
             A friend I'd rather never see--
             Cold is her comfort and embrace,
             ghosting by in tranquil grace--