From Night to Day

December 30, 2009
Lying in a bed of moonbeams,
Dying in a sea of stars,
Sobbing at the broken night sky,
Festering in the dark.
Desperately, achingly, longing
For dawn
When ribbons of sun shall wrap around me,
And the light softly whisper
It's alright.

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