She who brightens midnight into day
and gives the clouds color, she who names
the stars and flowers carefully. The night
is soft and quiet, I've slept half the night
without her form and figure. Bless the day
that gives her mystery to me in names
and signs. The simple autograph that names
her seas has given meaning to the night
that darkens day. She pours out the day,
the day that is an other name for night.
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