This is the quiet time

Time of the day is here again.

Time when I try to become a shadow.

Make no sound,
   and fade into the background.

The mind is tired,
   and ill prepared.

Recognition rarely shows.

Let sleep come,
  hopefully he will dream.

Morning comes around,
  usually a glimmer.

Momentary recollection,
  until the evening.

Then the time will come again.