Time is a hunter...

In the end

The end of the day

Of course that would be

Not the end of the week

As sunsets lead to starry nights

Sometimes a sense of fright

Perhaps that the end is here

Or nigh

Then the clock ticks wild

After the midnight hour

Perhaps then time fades

And the silence can speak

Of dreams to come

And lights within

To open up the sun

As in loves light

Change comes.