Look at night skies ascend
as the day comes
too quickly to an end.

Young stars start to cross,
covering the field
of narrowing night sky,
constellations congealing,
shining yet pale,
as sleep takes the world away.

The earth quietly moves
changing space,
never returning
to that exact place
before the world wakes.

With succession like cyclones,
the new day will overwhelm
the body, the heart, the brain,
taking away
whatever life is left.

But hold the memory
of the morning always
and don’t forget
to feel it all:

the air against your face,
or the softness of the sun
at break of day,
its rays translucent,
never harsh, never blaring, never burning
and life’s breath
moving in and out,
sustaining you
till the end.


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