When the dark warm womb breaks open
And the milk of dawn spills cross the sky
The night ones close their shining eyes
With the light of day not far behind
The sun is cautious as it breaks
Held by the anchor of the night
And slowly builds up to its peak
Like a child, it finds the will to shine
In its descent toward scattered light
The sun won't fear the darkened sky
She's followed by the knowing ones
Who let her see into the night
The light is held within the dark
And in the light the dark remains
A tethered rope connects their paths
Each knows its everlasting place
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