Clouds and Stars

musings on morning and night

Well into the night, the time of dreams,

I stay waken to relish the beauty.

Faded light gives shade making colors darker,

Appearing like charcoal dusted objects.

 

Early morning the birds yet risen,

I listen to the coming sun.

Its luminous rays tint the colors brighter,

Appearing like golden covered objects.

 

Time of silent is such bliss to me,

I enjoy the simple state.

The time to unwind at the end.

The time to relax before it begins.