In that fleeting hour

that dances in distant dreams 

and lives between the sun and the moon,

I pray

In that magical moment,

all at once bright and beautiful

and freed from hollow darkness,

I hope

In each day marked and mentioned

between the cradle and the grave

and confined by fate,

I let go

In doing so, I live

I laugh and cry and laugh again

I am renewed

in that fleeting hour

Image by Mona El Falaky from Pixabay 

prompts: #APRPAD2021, #smallleafprompts, lyric ideas