The last edges of light fade into the horizon.
Darkness comes to meet the ending day.
Beckoning us to the quiet and still of night.
The hush of sacred space where stories live.
Written in the sky's twinkling as the first lights
Stand against the velvet backdrop. Asking for
Us to get lost in their patterns and tales.
Even lost in the ancient songs shared
Across the ages by many fires, tales of heroes
And heroines, tales of the first light, of discovery
Stories of creations stir, the beginnings of it all.
The coming to be of promise born in the hush of night.
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