Contrary Realities Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

In dreams
I often go back
where I've been
to visit buildings
long since left behind.
There,
well beyond thought,
I again begin to re-enact
the Zodiac of my mind.
But why,
I wonder,
do I often find that
through some strange new door
I've gone astray?
or to this passage
were my eyes made blind
when last I saw this wall
by light of day?
By night
this altered vision
has its way of shining
just as true as any star
and yet by dawn
this door cannot delay to fade
into the wall without a scar.
But rival 'scapes
I only see at night,
as stars at noon
are absent to our sight.