Sunbeams are gently fading, slowly fading, the eventide is nigh, moonbeams are descending, the day is ending, the sun is slowly sinking below the western sky.
Daydreams through fields of clover will soon be over, and happy hours amid sunny flowers will wait another day, sweet dreams have just begun, dear, the day is done, dear, when skies grow dimmer, and the city lights will glimmer in the starlit sky.

specs!
turquoise spears
coral beads
gold memory wire

*lyrics from Frank Sinatra's "At Sundown". but I messed with them.