Poem: Another Day

The night is creeping over me, its shadows long.
The day recedes so swiftly now. I moan my song:

A life so hurried is so bare;
a breath breathed quickly has no air.

The day is done;
the night has won.

So dreams begin their age old dance,
and through faux death the truth I glance.

The night is sneaking up on all of us, you see,
yet still I dream: Anon another day will be.