Midnight

A day becomes a day, a night a night,
Dying from the evening’s long held twilight
Into a darker death before the resurrecting light.

A night becomes a night, a day a day,
As the presences that were have passed away,
The future that will be is here and for a while will stay.

The bell has ring its sound of dark finality
Pointing the past to rest, and what will be
Has come to take another step towards infinity.

Rise the stars and set the moon’s pale light,
The day has gone to beckon to its night
That it is time to stay the backwards vision’s sight.

For as it lies in final rest, another
Day comes to life, the echo of the other,
Sitting within the week’s womb, a sister with her brother.