Centered between bookend twilight
Midnight reveals nature's grace
From all too far...to nearer sight
Throughout inner and outer space,
Sometimes cloaked by clouds and rain
As if to soften all the more
Sensations that torment the brain
Compiled on the day before.
Therein quiescence dominates
To give a glimpse of thermal death
As introspection investigates
The purpose of each mortal breath.
Then once again an herald shows
Hints of other massy forces
Like the portentous cock that crows
Towards high sovereign solar sources
That leave sweet evening in their wake
To champion one more day to break!