The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us. Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.
Henry David Thoreau
Sunrise in Charlotte
Robert Oberg
The Morning Star The subtle feeling has returned I search for words to tell my story An inner prompting tells me It is important to mark this time When I have felt a shift A sense of hope for the days to come Yes! I see light It is the morning star.