The morning belongs to the night
until it comes with the light
until it's born with a spark
until it outgrows the dark

And there it hangs for a moment
a breath of hope for a moment
stands on its own for a moment
free from the past for a moment

The morning belongs to the day
already here with the grey
already spilling with need
already flooding with speed

With its voices and faces, never ending
With its hard spoken phrases, never ending
But its promise of outlasting light
is just converted black in the sky
is just converted black in the sky

With its falling and waking, never ending
With its holding and breaking, never ending
Soft the darkness reflecting your eyes
But the black is just converted light