A new day sings.

As night time ends and a new day begins,
there is a small pocket of time,
where I can spread out my wings.
In the silent rush of the eternal day,
As the stars die out
I can sit and watch the moons last play.
I feel as the darkness kisses my skin,
as the morning chill
searches within,
as the silence touchs the thoughts that it brings,
as one night ends and a new day sings.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s