When evening falls and once again 
Melancholia sets in 
Tinctures and shadows of times gone by 
Come bleeding, weeping in 

When the orbit of the earth 
Has brought in the dark of night 
And memories, remembrances 
When all with the world was right 

When you cannot escape the bed
That has forged into a cell 
Holding you fast for the night 
In unending wakefulness

When at last your weary mind 
At some hour releases you 
Into realms of visions and dreams
That bruise and lance anew

When you finally awake 
And the sun shines bright again 
Pumping the lifeblood that the night 
Has stolen from your veins 

Breathe in deeply, close your eyes
This will not be the last 
Of eventide’s strange conjuring 
Of aching for the past 

Many will be the days when 
The joyless cycle will repeat 
But at some point the salve of time
Will turn the memories bittersweet.