The orange-red horizon gains a purple hue
As the sun is swallowed by the sea of deep blue
The waves roll so gently they nearly look still
As a gull overhead sounds a loud, mournful trill 

My soul feels empty, and my heart squeezes tight
As the quiet afternoon transitions to night
I sit and watch as the sky’s canvas fades
As the terns and the sandpipers march their parades 

The chilly night air brings a dampness along
As my mind plays the tune of our favorite song
The last of the light starts to wane out of view
And I hate every night that the sun sets without you.