Will pass too

In the vast expanse of midnight's reign,

A mother's heart endures in bittersweet pain.

Gazing through the night, an eternal endeavor,

Yearning for the sun's golden splendor.

Whispers of stars dance in the velvety sky,

As sorrowful tears stream from her eye.

Aching for dawn's tender embrace,

Her soul craves warmth, a celestial grace.

Oh, the hours pass, a relentless tide,

As melancholy shadows begin to collide.

But hark! A distant glow, a glimmer of hope,

The first blush of morning, love's kaleidoscope.

With trembling hands, she pens her verse,

Bathed in the dawn's enchanting curse.

For as the sun ascends, her spirit alights,

Rekindling her heart with radiant lights.

The poet weeps, a joyous release,

As darkness surrenders, granting her peace.

For through the night's enduring embrace,

She finds solace in the sun's gentle grace.