Darkness speckled,
stars that freckle,
now must
say goodbye.
Nighttime waning,
Different shading,
Streaks across
the sky.
Sunshine bleeding,
light proceeding
to reach
you and I.
Rising star,
though very far,
illuminates
with morning's cry.
Heavens above,
graceful as the dove
smiling through
its eye.
Sun now risen,
light is given,
morning
in July.