After dark the daylight comes
Minstrel music from the sky
Over scrim of soldered tomes
A fresh page of patience sighs
After dark the morning wakes
Ether force naught can withhold
Like a rising wave that breaks
Washing mount and moor with gold
After dark earth is a lark
Singing in the sun or rain
As time’s wayfarers embark
Where the day is new again
© Janet Martin
Inspired by the previous poem
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