by In All Our Years

in the dawn of morn,
when those are born-
they wait again-

in the time of day,
when a ships at bay-
they wait again-

on the edge of dusk,
when those who must-
they wait again-

in the still of night,
when those who might-
they wait no more-

for heaven’s door,
to open again,
once again,
forever more-