He called it night morning
The dusky ending of the day.
The part when the sun, quietly tucks away.
He called it night morning
Because it is like the dawn.
The lighting is the same.
The spirit feels this calm.
He called it night morning
In his wise six years.
Explained so elegantly.
Poetic music to the ears.
Now forever etched into my brain
A beautiful sunset, night morning, it’s all the same.
