Passing

Night is passing
  Fleeting, blending
Day is hours away
  A melding mix
Not a flash, no hurry
  Hints of light 
Touch the sky
  Watching east
Stars sprinkle the fabric
  Dotting the sky
Standing in the between
  A time of thought
Turning of time 
  In prayer, hands held
A place of wonder
  Held in loves hand
Written on the sky
  Remembered In the heart
Known and loved
  Beloved