It seems it’s always darkest before the dawn
A darkness that that appears to engulf the morn
The light elusive,the possibilities unknown to the watcher forlorn
Who accepts the sojourn

From here to where,
Acceptance,creation, manifestation
Of what,of who lest the plan become known

We stop, we take respite,
We breathe in the light
The lightness of being
The rightness of being

It is here we take flight
Into the night like a knight
Who’s amour is bright
Delayed from the fight

For this respite just might
Create a new dawn
From which the darkness
Holds no being tight.

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