The early light, has gone from yr.... night holds a 
stubborn, sway....
Those stirred from slumber, after wait, the brink, of
dawning day....
Far in the black jet... twinkle, some few stars.... a sliver,
of the moon...
No thoughts yet, of the day, last slumber... was too
soon...
"Im alive"...of that, but maybe, this  is  just a world, of 
dreaming...
by all the Gods ...the worlds, and stars, that are
gleaming...
This mystery, cant be solved, but we ponder... as we
live....
and walk, and fight... We can only wonder....try to hold...
...this breath, and love, and life in our embrace... trough night, at mom, this day... our ever changing 
face...