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Transit

Night is naught but a transit to sunrise,

A preface to tomorrow, today's reprise;

Night unveils the thoughts that dwell in limbo,

Brilliance disguised, day's demise, poised akimbo.

Mere absence of light, the night, at first sight,

‘til star burst supplies new paint for the skies;

Galactic haze, heaven’s maze in the moonlight,

Reveal mysteries of the ages, darkness’ surprise.

Sunshine’s interlude, this day’s prize,

Nocturnal flight, black knight upon dark steed,

Surmounting melting time warped guise,

Trots timely, through darkest dread.

Sand drains through the hourglass to fill my eyes,

Spirit gallops through dreamscapes, faerie land;

Stables of repose, sleep saddles my cries,

Strands of wild rose, horseshoe bouquet, crowning garland.