As the dusk shows daytime it is done,
the sunlight gently falls, kissing the horizon,
blue sky becomes grey sky then,
in a moment all the light is gone.

As the dark lets points of starlight,
the moon slowly lifts after lying with the horizon,
dark sky becomes night sky,
can you spot the points of hope?

That grow with promise as the moon glow,
teases and rolls off the edge of the sky as night,
ceases, then the sun peeks over
with enough, bright light to blind,

                                                        as a star(t) to the daily grind.