Late Night Musings

Is the sun setting or rising?

Hope cast against the edge of night.

Moonbeams and cherubim

Deliver rose-flavored answers

To the prayers of little children.


To those of us who are awake

On the eve of morning’s ascension

As sleep ebbs and flows like the tide

Let us take comfort and know

Tomorrow’s stress

Is no place to put our future’s days.

[Poem #2 of 30. Image by Corey Ann via Flickr and a Creative Commons License.]

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