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
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