The half-light signals when day loses its battle with night. Twilight, the blue hour, takes over from the golden hour when the Sun dips below the horizon. It’s the moment when your mind lets you feel the cool night air as you stand and wave goodbye to another day. Krista challenged the wordPress community to Share a photo inspired by a poem, verse, song lyric or story.

Here are the lyrics to a sad lament by one of my favorite bands… The Band.

Whispering Pines – by Richard Manuel and Robbie Robertson

If you find me in a gloom, or catch me in a dream
Inside my lonely room, there is no in between
Whispering pines, rising of the tide
If only one star shines
That’s just enough to get inside
I will wait until it all goes ’round
With you in sight, the lost are found
Foghorn through the night, calling out to sea
Protect my only light, ’cause she once belonged to me
Let the waves rush in, let the seagulls cry
For if I live again, these hopes will never die
I can feel you standing there
But I don’t see you anywhere

Standing by the well, wishing for the rains
Reaching for the clouds, for nothing else remains
Drifting in a daze, when evening will be done
Try looking through a haze
At an empty house, in the cold, cold sun
I will wait until it all goes round
With you in sight, the lost are found