In the Passing of Night and Dawn

Creeping velvet upon the land unseen,
Covering away sunset’s last golden sheen,
Dusk sweeps across the meadows and hills
Dancing softly over houses and mills,
Leaping over the rivers smooth,
Stopping quiet a flower to soothe.
Night of velvet, quiet and cooled
Casts flickering shadows on the moonlight pooled
Of blue, gray and silver and shadowed glints
Flash on summer’s dusky tints
Of the rock in the clearing upward cast
To play its glance on the trees’ dark expanse.
While upon the leaves of the proud, proud tree
Is laced a delicate silver filigree,
That casts a dim shadow on the same leaf below,
But then enchanted and flared by the moon’s soft glow
And set upon the darkened swooping sky,
The tiny silver lights float and they fly,
And seem cast off the bow of a ship o’ dreams
That comes to moor on Heaven’s star beams.
Beneath, the earth flushed with a cool wind pale,
Sweeping over the plains to trail
Across lofty mountains and woodlands fair,
And wafting across mystic sea beauty rare.
The horizon of the east awashes with light,
Pure and fair for the day’s first sight.
The trees tip with a pale lemon green,
Dawn’s burning beauty washes over the stream,
The granite cliffs flush with bright amber’s shimmer
And sets the dewdrops in the grass a-glimmer.
The sun’s heralds arise and between them they cry
That the beauty of the dawning day will never die.
That this everlasting tapestry of splendor and glory
Tells of His love for life’s aged story.