Source

Sometimes, when the

moonshine fades

from the night,

I find myself

glowing softly –

the only source of light

And in this between

time, when thoughts

glimmer like

star-shine, I stretch

past edges –

to send messages in the night

After, when the dawn

emerges gently,

I flow in,

while pink spreads

far and wide –

bearing in its arms the day’s bright.