5 am and not a hint of dawn-
Lament for the darkness
Lament,
for all our sins are counted,
Sweet lady,
All our deeds recorded are,
And this is rightly done.
You lay quiet through the years,
the snow years...
Now awaken, awaken
O mind of the four directions,
be herald to the coming of the dawn.
6:30 am and note well
the scars of night-battle,
as dreams are, awaken and see
the utter necessity of light...
7:00 am and the sun rises
and it is a new day,
Search for the beginning of things.
A child's cry in the dark,
but alas, there are no monsters under the bed.
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