The dreamlike depth of night time shades, fading, again.
The cool wonder of deep thought warmed.
The mystery laden pale light erased.

Without a sound you create all the ruckus.
Midnight leaves changing to their bright morning colors.
Sleep filled birds delighted to find, once more, their morning song.

Or is it my delight?
Was it my mystery?
Is it the depth of my own dream-like night
Erased and warmed by a hopeful new sun?

 

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