Rebirth
by Judy Gruenfeld
As daylight fades
and nighttime flowers,
whispering shades
of darkest hours…
soft revealed
within my dreams,
and swiftly steal
across moonbeams.
Midnight shadows cease to be
among the woven tapestry…
and with the night
a stillness strolls,
to unsoared heights
where darkness grows.
Life is still
until the dawn,
by Master's will
a day reborn.