Lips of sky…

The lips of the night dyed in black;

The flicker of distant stars;

The rise of the false morning;

The dwindling sight of the moon;

The cool air of the time;

The serenity associated with the moment;

The morning rhyme of the birds;

The changing guards of the sky;

The perfection in creation;

Evident in all that appears;

The time, the time, the time.

O my servant I am here;

O my servant I was ever here;

O Lord of the time;

What have you created?

O Lord of the time;

How have you created?

O Lord, I am but speechless;

O Lord, I am but speechless;

The time, the time, the time.

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