The Dying of The Night

The Dying of The Night

Twilight lingers hiding along the lane,

Fingers of morning’s light awaiting us to claim.

At this moment the tug of war ensuing,

There will be winners and those who are choosing.

What matters most isn’t what’s seen,

But the moments that have been.

A smile, a laugh, a genuine hug.

Makes life real giving one’s heart a tug.

The here and now at this passage in time,

The turning of a page, light and dark combined.

Life isn’t a single moment, but a collection of many,

With tears and love and experiences plenty.

While I wait for the surrender of the night,

I see darkness being pushed away, the usual fight.

A new day on the horizon, flexing its might,

Until all darkness has been crushed coming daylight.

Held hostage to the coming day’s events,

I wonder what memories for this day will be sent.

Now having relinquished its darkness to the dawn,

The night graciously surrenders like the dying swan.

To live one's life in a fraction of a moment,

Is to capture the essence of the anointment.

Swiftly the new day will pass away again,

Exchanging light for a cloak of night’s black satin.

For Astrid