Height of Evening

Silence all around,
when the birds aren’t chirping aloud;
I come by, then, at the time
when you reach the height of evening.

Utter a sincere lie,
and lay yourself down in the town,
where there is no one around,
and darkness reaches the height of evening.

You come, surrendering to the soul,
gripped by a differential thought;
you whisper a name, but no one knows —
in the silence of the evening, and its height…