Song of the night to the dawn: a journey revisited

I open up my arms ready for the darkest night,
yet my embrace meets the trace of awaiting dew
I ask myself if ever
it will succumb to the glory of the sun

I love you,
but like the dew in the glorious morning,
it will fade as day unfolds and
prepares for yet another morning

But I do love you, I do

*for the rain man: thank you for making me revisit this journey, and for the music of the heart you sent out through the high wall*