The clock strikes twelve
A quiet shift in air
As shadows of the old day softly fade
And leave behind the burdens we once
Bare
In corners where our memories are laid
What happened in the hours now slipped
Away
Cannot be held by clinging to the past
The twilight yields its throne to breaking
Day
For nothing in the night is meant to last
Each heavy sigh
Each misstep
And each tear
Dissolves into the stillness of the dawn
A gentle truth made unmistakably clear
When morning wakes
Yesterday is gone
Look forward to the light upon the hill
Where unwritten pages wait to be begun
The past is quiet
Settled
Dark
And still
Life moves onward with the rising sun