Its turn to return*
Morning awaits from darkened skies
A vastness above walks on by
This passage has seem to been here before
It came through in light, exited thru the door
As now it comes by once again
It has no beginning and never ends
It cannot stop as it is on a roll
Evening pushes onward and daylight unfolds
But let us not look at what is shown
But instead to see the night turn early morn
Dom*Colucci © 2017
