daylight

sometimes there comes a night

who loathes dawn’s early light

swollen thick with soggy dreaming

it wrestles the sun’s cruel beaming

for its life

.

sometimes there comes a day

who charges straight into the fray

you fight to reclaim meaning

but your dreams are reconvening

someplace else

.

while dark so longs for longer

blurry visions grow much stronger

and as you watch your dreams diffuse

you see how daylight hates to lose

.

~2009

What do you think?

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