#dayandnight
Between Dawn and Dusk
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Morning breaks—the world wakes up,
Soft colours rising in skies above.
The air feels rich with promise and light,
As day steps forward, bold in its stride.
The sun climbs high with a warming glow,
On fields and forests its light will show.
Rivers and streams catch golden beams,
My life awakens in hope and dreams.
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But day moves on—as it always will,
The sky turns soft, and the world grows still.
Shades of pink in fading light,
As day steps down and gives way to night.
The pace slows down, the noise grows thin,
A quieter world begins within.
A time to rest, a time to think,
To stand awhile on the turning ink.
Stars appear in the darkened sky,
Silent watchers, steady and high.
Guiding thoughts through the calm of night,
Where my dreams are born and I take flight.
A time to reflect on paths I’ve made,
On steps I’ve taken, the choices laid.
In stillness found, in shadows deep,
My soul finds space to rest and sleep.
Day and night—two sides of time,
Each with a rhythm, each with a rhyme.
From morning’s fire to evening’s peace,
A turning wheel that will not cease.
I climb these stairs that time has made,
Through light and dark, through sun and shade.
For every step, both high and low,
Is part of the life I will come to know.
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 9:34 AM UTC
I knew of a place
Where the night met day
And the stars danced freely
Under a warm sunshine ray
Where the cold and the warmth
Would perfectly intertwine
In a hypnotic rhythm
Catapulted through time
Where dark and light
Could both peacefully exist
Just beyond the horizon
In an altered state of bliss
I knew of a place
Where the night met day
Until a time came
When it was no longer that way
Aug 8, 2021
Aug 8, 2021 at 10:06 PM UTC
The set of the sun, and end of the day.
The fall into night, and into its fright.
When I hold you, everything is alright.
We’ll hug through the sun, through night and through day.
And, at the end of the day, I’d have it no other way
Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 1:24 PM UTC
What is the best time of day to love you?
When just below the horizon
The sun’s morning light warm the dew?
When just from slumber arisen
My first thought today is of you?
When sunlight bends grass to the east
And arcs to zenith in the sky?
Mid-morning my love is not least
Growing ever higher than high.
When my shadows all disappear
With the sun direct overhead?
At the noon it’s you I revere
More than I could have ever said.
When warmed by the hours of light
Each moment I have loved you more.
The sun recedes into the night
And I love you more than before.
When light of the night are my dreams,
Still loving a love that is real.
I can love you more now it seems,
And wake to recall how I feel.
When is the best time of day to love you?
No time is better than the rest.
I love you no matter the time.
For no time is better than best,
True love is a love too sublime.
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC