When the colours die in the winter afternoonnWe all sigh and step into the shadowsnnWhen the lines of the horizonnFade from blue on blue to blacknAnd the streetlights come full cyclenNothing can bring the morning back.nnIf we could keep the sun from making shadows,nIf we could walk out across the water -nOr if I could say I'm sorrynFor the silences I brought.nnIt should not take a miraclenBut I need more grace than I thought.nnNow, when the colors dienIn the early afternoonnLately every timenI just sigh and think of you.