In the early hours of the morning just before the light
The silence is singing sweetly of the passing night
Stars are shining brightly and whispering as they say
We'll guide you through the darkness and all will be okay.
Just enough of moonlight is illuminating the way
so that the creatures of the night can be seen as they play
And though the shadows linger and are touching all around
We know that in a short moment the morning birds will sound.
Around us is that mystery that separation of all time
That will open up through the sounding of the rising poets rhyme
And all that seemed so hidden and so obscured by the night
Will be revealed in an instant and be transformed into light