PASSAGE #45
The night is not a pause, but a prelude to the song I will sing tomorrow. In the hush between stars, a quiet harmony begins to stir, promising the song of a new day. In the quiet space between night and day, a soft yearning for tomorrow begins. Between the fading shadows, a soft breath of dawn awakens the heart. When the sky begins to blush, the quiet within me stirs with a gentle, unspoken song.