-- The First Light of Day --
by John Herlihy
The first light of day
The night a thief fleeting
The first light of dawn
A new day seeking
The thief of darkness fled
The heart of the night bled
The light of the sun gifted
As the heart of day uplifted
During the course of the day long
Life’s music plays its daytime song
Music played with nimble fingers
The melody fades, the echo lingers
All the questions the day asks
We find answers in ritual tasks
In the palace of day -- discovery
In the palace of night – recovery
At twilight the day at rest
The sun settles into her nest
The day now ready to doze
In its cycle of quiet repose
At the pivotal midnight hour
The day gathers its power
To awaken once again
At the appointed hour when
The first light of day reborn
From the infinity of night torn
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Copyright ©John Herlihy
Thursday 10 October 2024
Ron