To soften what could not stay true
Like strings that must be retuned
In the heat of a day's toil
It doesn't matter what the night
Believes or tries to say
The music doesn't end
And voices bend beyond the horizon
What we have done with limitation
As possibility unfolds
Night the generous one comes
To make us all its equal
Free to pontificate and feel
Without restraint
There is an opening to all that is
What is yet to be created
The only thing to stop us is the light
The glorious morning light
