Rekindled in the Likeness light

The light of sun has neatly folded into amber skies and nights confronting serinade,

where crickets wonder and parade

the welcoming moon that's yet to show,
Where sky's take on the darkened shade, and little stars come out to glow

In songs of beauty like lullabys
They hush one two and throw

Pleasent sleep would call the night
a rested woe

for worried times Yet call the heavens In a prayer in words of valaid and of mine

The nestlings wrestle in their nests A song of hope would so begin

To make it through the nights long hours, and softly settle in,

To listen to the nights unfolding, the day has come and gone so soon

yet rekindled in the likeness light of a gentle moon.