G. Clarkson-H. Clarkson-VanSteeden. . Evening marks the close of day. Skies of blue begin to grey. Crimson hues are fading in the West.. . Evening ever brings to me.
Home, I don't know where you could be. Look for you in mountains of oceans across the sea. Though we live under the same moon. Catch you in the glimmer of my spoon.