Night Begins

Nightfall begins to fall as the perfect blend Of a slow setting sun and fast rising moon, Pale moonlight, adorns an endless clear sky, Where poets find solace, and lovers swoon. What is found in night’s dark, quiet mystery, And what rises and falls in a long still night? What secrets seem to echo from the distance, Always to be silenced, by dawn’s first light? In some quiet hour, darkness begins to end, The veiled ebony canopy, slowly slips away, And mystical moonbeams dissolve to nothing. Secrets born of night are never meant to stay. Soon, the dying night meets a new day’s light, And a vast, sunlit horizon, begins to take hold. Beginnings and endings, as night follows day, As a warm spring breeze chases winter’s cold. Beginnings and endings, as prayers follow sins, Ancient timeless foes, one loses while one wins. Around the sun we go, a planet spins and spins, And when a lifetime ends, another soon begins.