Morning's eyes are still dusted with a dreamy daze
as it puts rouge on its face and gazes on the starry eyes
of the still and silent Night
whose cold, rigid grip loosens as the dawn beckons.
But oh, how the Afternoon smiles as it lingers on.
Dropping blossoms in the air
and orchestrating birdsongs
as the day stretches out to dusk.
There is a little light still blazing, as if hoping to sneak a peek.
Or to whisper a prayer.
Maybe the Night will be more gentle this time...