in-between time

This morning, upon rising
I looked at the still, dark morning sky,
Light reflecting off the clouds,
Radiating from the city below.
As daylight was beginning
To filter over the horizon in the east,
I could still see stars.
In-between time.
Not day, not night, not quite. 

So much of time is not clearly delineated.
Morning bleeds into the darkness
And night slowly seeps away
With the gradual ascendance of the sun.
But the transition of day to night
And night to day
Produces sunsets and sunrises
That keep us searching the heavens,
Believing the goodness
Of what comes next. 

Liz McFadzean