The heavens fall in silent grace,
where stars and horizon interlace.
A frozen breath upon the land,
we open arms to night's command.

Darkness gathers, cold and deep,
as waking worlds drift into sleep.
No border holds the sky above—
only the black, and winter's love.

We welcome what the light denies:
the endless dark, the watching skies.
Horizon gone, the stars descend,
and night and earth, as one, ascend.