Changing of the Guard
Into the early morning.
Into the unlicked gray.
Just before the ceasing night.
Before the stirring day.
There between the future-past,
Among that ‘shifting-tide’.
Into the early morning,
When night and day collide.
Copyright © Stephen Long | Year Posted 2007
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